Blond into Black
Ooooook. Here we go. Into the darkness, the unknown depths of some ancient ruins of some ancient superpower. With swagger and orange shoes she walks, slightly off-center, into the place where light dare not bounce.
Talking spatially, the black itself is slightly to the right, which somehow balances very nicely with Blond. Perhaps because it is further away, it holds more weight (also it’s made of ungodly heavy stones), and Blond is but a fleeting movement on the time worn path leading in. The fact that her left hand and right foot have some motion blur emphasizes this… maybe.
Were this shot from my eye level, I think it’d fall to pieces and be nothing of note. However, I’m crouched way down, perhaps even laying on the stones, with the intent of ramping up the intensity of the image. You can see the individual blades of grass at the bottom of the frame. Blond’s head is the same height in the frame as the top of the arch, instead of being way down. Err… and … there’s some intangibility or perhaps something I’m finding it hard to describe at the moment that makes this angle more compelling.
Color wise, she’s great. That vibrant denim and the deeper top, contrasted to her skin and hair, all contrasted to the browns and grays of the rest of the frame. Some green pokes through, adding a bit of pleasant sparse color to the bottom there.
I’m tired, as you can probably tell. Time for me to … I guess drift into the night.