Photographic Weekend
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The fog on the Beigua
Magnetism. This is of sure the main characteristic of the Beigua Mount. Will be the antennas? Maybe, cannot be said that they pass unnoticed. But observing better we perceive that there is something more, something of shifty and mutable like its face in the four seasons.
When I have to go to take photos on the Beigua, I cannot risk to leave house nothing, although my shoulders protest for the weight of the rucksack: every time is a special, magical, magnetic atmosphere that does not give to escape and capture in the vortex of the click. Our shipment was turned to the shelter of Prato Rotondo to take photos in interiors.
The time was not beautiful, but beginning to go up the road, it is immersed completely in a thick blanket of fog.
Watching from the window I hoped to arrive in top before that the fog was raised, I knew that I could have made optimal images. The trees with spectral coppers at times appeared from the white pale indicating with black arms the way towards the top.
Still before that the car was stopped I had already prepared the equipment and I was ready to jump outside to run in the forest. Not just to run, because the snow was frozen, owing to the harsh temperatures of the night.
I had only just opened the door and I felt a biting cold, the icy wind was not of great help, but I set out along the path.
After little steps behind of me the fog reclosed the road, there was nothing, only white, violet and black. At times I slipped or I found again myself with the feet, sinking into the snow, that was threaded under the socks. There was not noise and the space was enormously expanded.
The Beigua and I. Penetrating in the forest I looked for the point for a perfect click: I wanted the trees, the snow, the fog. Then I raised the eyes and I had no doubts: the tops of the trees left space to a piece of sky, while on their dark fingers the fog got entangled, leaving its colour in dust. Tones of grey, lilac and white met with some red spot of a dry leaf and the black of the trees in line, that ran far away.
The photo had to give the idea of infinite: who observe it does not know where ends the forest and the horizon line remains outside of the image. Watching it technically can be noticed clearly the guidelines that leads the eye of the observer in the angle on the left. The first goes from the left advanced angle, the second cut diagonally the photo, the third is in second flat, in the angle low to right.
In first flat the main tree attracts immediately the attention, to shift it on the sky and then on the line of the infinite.
Watching well can be noticed various triangles, formed from the same lines: the triangle is the geometric shape mainly used in photography, because the eye immediately perceives it without notice and the vertexes correspond generally to the interest points. But don’t think that before taking a photo I calculate all this or think "in that point I put a triangle, in the other one guideline". I would risk to call it instinct, or practice if you prefer. In truth I only put myself in listening, I try to perceive the place and when
I feel I am an integral part of it, I take the photo. I and the Beigua.
LAURA JELENKOVICH
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