Great Black and White Photograph III- Harry Callahan
1.)
What caught my eye about these photos was that they were natural candids, of people in their day to day lives. I liked the stark contrast of the bottom photo with the shadows and light, and the softness of the top picture where the horizon can barely be seen.
2.)
I see fog and water, glinting cars and walking people. The sunlight bouncing off the cars into my eyes is almost too distracting. The fog shrouds the water and the horizon, and I can't see for more than 50 feet.
I hear the water washing on the shore, the tires against the pavement. The soft push and pull of the water against the sand rushes in my ears. The mixture of breaks screeching and tires slowly rolling over the tenured road.
I feel the cold water and humidity, the sun beating down and stale air. The fog smothers me with humidity, placing pressure on my chest. The sun beats down on my skin and the stale dry air dries it out.
I taste salt and sandalwood, iron and bread. The salt put on the tip of my tongue and the sandalwood turning in my mouth as a taste I've never tasted but recognize. The iron stains my tongue and I can almost taste the freshly baked bread from around the corner.
I smell salt and stone, fumes and metal. The salt stings my nose and the rocky smell of the shore is overwhelming. The exhaust from the cars floods my nose and the metal stands out as a sharp smell.
3.)
We could create a mural of small images that come together to create the shadows and highlights of one of his pictures. From a distance, it would look like one fuzzy black and white picture, but as one got closer, you'd be able to see the smaller individual pictures.
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