When I first saw some of Ansel Adam's photos, I just loved the simplicity of them and I knew right away what the subject was. They seem very mysterious and peaceful. I was drawn to how beautiful they were and creative way he showed it.
I see the tree bending against the wind as it fights to stay upright. The branches wave frantically in protest and bow down to the force of nature. The mountain stands boldly in the background, refusing to be unnoticed.
I smell the earthy breeze blowing from the mountains: a bit of floral mixed with the thin climate. The clear sky adds to the clearness without a hint of rain. The smell of pine floods my nostrils and overwhelms me.
I hear the rustling of leaves and twigs creaking. The wind whistles in my ears and I hear birds chirping, waiting for a chance to roost in the branches. The skittering of insects distracts me as they seek refuge under the rocks.
I taste the grainy sediment blown up from the ground. The cool air flies across my tongue and burns my throat. I get a green, earthy flavor from the wind blowing my way.
I feel the rough bark of the tree and the curves of the limbs beneath my fingertips. I feel the tufts of green at the tips of the tree's long arms. The smoothness of the rocks contrasts with the hard, stubborn bark.
I see the ridges in the worn wood and the curvy edges of the petals. The folds in the flower come together nicely when they are closer to the center. The small veins in the petals add the tiniest of details.
I smell the musky scent of wood and the sweetness of the flower. The musky air in the room emphasizes their distinct aromas.
I hear the buzzing of insects outside the window, trying to reach my prized subject. The wind bangs the open door against the wall.
I taste the sweetness of the air. The woody scent mixes with it and becomes its own unique essence. Warm air flows into my esophagus and overwhelms me with that floral scent.
I feel the rise and fall of the ridges on the board and the soft edges of the petals. The dense bud in the center unfolds to reveal more and more secrets. The firmness of the wood under my hand reassures me.
To show my great photographer, I would enjoy doing a simple blog or powerpoint. This would allow me to easily convey what my photographer did and why I found them interesting.