There's just something about these two scenes that I encountered these past few weeks that compelled me to photograph them. Somehow, I was drawn to the wooden blocks piled high as it sat near the edge of the table on the first image and the worn out chair with holes on the second one. I was lucky that the light fell on the right places adding to the strength of these pictures.
There was an antique store in Summerland that I used to frequent when I lived in Santa Barbara. I befriended the owner and he would let me borrow things from his store to photograph for school. In the studio, I loved to experiment. I would use the Polaroid Type 55 sheets that were leftover from shooting my class assignments. Usually, I store the negatives away without showing them to anyone. I finally sold my studio 4x5 camera this past weekend. I felt a tinge of nostalgia so I thought of posting these photographs from the good old days.
I woke up early the next day, grabbed my camera and walked around the grounds where the wedding took place. Everyone was still asleep. Plates, cups, glasses, napkins and wine bottles were strewn everywhere. Somehow, I was lured by the chaotic surroundings. The morning light peaked through the trees and lit the glasses and wine bottles covered in dew. I found interesting compositions as I framed them in the viewfinder of my camera. After I finished my last roll, I sat down, took a whiff of fresh air and enjoyed the sounds of nature.