I was visited by the ghost of Andre Kertesz this morning. The first time I felt his presence I was shooting with one of his students. Look into the familiar, he said, and find your picture there.
I found this dynamic composition on my pool deck in the early morning sunshine. The light and shadow play games of exaggeration in the early morning hours. The umbrella at the table is still folded, the day has yet to begin in earnest. We peer into a frame of negative forms.
I was visited by the ghost of Andre Kertesz this morning.