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March 07, 2008
My Dear Forsyth Park...
My last year in college was a tumultuous one. A bitter break up, a sack full of expectations and insecurities climbing my pores. Nothing ever worked, all my projects were silently laughed at during critiques, I was burned out, like I'd never been before. Six continuous years in school will do that to you. During that Spring my only fleeting happiness came from riding my Huffy Beach Cruiser (I miss you, Bikey) through the paths of Forsyth Park back in Savannah (which I leaned much later you were not supposed to cross the park, but ride around it).
So one day, the 26th of February of 2006, I took out a Mamiya RZ67 medium format camera, my most favorite camera of all absolute time, out of the school's photo equipment "cave" and walked to Forsyth to try and capture the little, little living things that made me smile. No fine art, no deadlines, no pretentiousness, no expectations, no critique, no nothing. Just Forsyth, the Mamiya and me.
I developed the five Kodak rolls, but never got to see what was in them, due to lack of time.
Till now. After two years, I finally took the negatives to a professional photo lab here in Vegas and asked the technicians to scan them. Three days later I was back and when handed the small 4x6 contact sheet of all the images, I couldn't hold it and shed a little tear or two (how emo of me, I know). I had Forsyth back with me, the calm and serenity of that one day.
Wanna know the sad thing about it all? I lived in Savannah for almost five years, and I never, EVER, EVER spent relaxing time at Forysth. I was either rushing to class, photographing or shooting a film at the park (or even selling beverages at the graduation concert). It wasn't until a month before I left, that I brought a book with me, Robert Capa's Slightly out of Focus (amazing memoirs from an incredible photographer) and laid down in the grass, with seven melting Crunch mini-bars in my beach bag, Godfrey and his friends playing soccer out in the field, and a conversation with a rather handsome boy with a penchant for pizzas from the Precinct Deli on Bull st.
So my dear Forsyth Park, you always only saw me in passing, and I regret my lack of attention, but these images are for you and for all you gave me. I miss the greenery, so so so bad.
Click on the image below to view the slide show. And yes, I am a shallow DOF whore. So sue me.
Also, do not click outside the images, it will only restart the slideshow. I am still researching proper scripts to display pictures. Bear with me, please.
Posted by starmagn at March 7, 2008 11:12 PM
Comments
I love all of these. All of them. It's like, Forsyth in the macro. I like shallow depth of field. So sue me.
Posted by: angeljoy at March 8, 2008 06:30 AM
These are incredible, Amy!!!
Posted by: OB at March 9, 2008 04:46 PM
Those are GORGEOUS! Any of them would look amazing hanging on a wall in a row. I would love that!! I love shallow depth of field too. :) I can't wait to get a lens that allows me to achieve it better than I can now.
Posted by: Heather at April 7, 2008 02:08 PM