The Bride said, “You are NOT going to write a blog about photographing feet.” Yes, I am.
Partly because I want to show that you can have interesting photos about the mundane. And partly because I think that feet (sometimes) tell — or at least hint at — a story. And besides…it is a way to test the loyalty of my readership.
And another reason: A few foot photos of mine carry memories of places I/we have been.
Take, for example, this photo of a flip-flop clad foot. We had hired this fellow to take us trekking to some of the remote villages in the mountains east of Inle Lake in Burma. The day was hot and the trails were dusty and, sometimes, steep. Our guide wore these semi-shoes all day as we walked in our comfortable boots. This picture, for me, brings back the whole experience and, in a subtle way, captures some of the culture.
We had been sitting in the sun all day watching the local college girl’s softball team in a tight championship series. In attempting to shoot some details I made this photo of a close decision at first base. Was the runner safe? You will have to live with the uncertainty because I’ve forgotten. But, I like the story told by the player’s feet. The dust rising off the base hints at the excitement of the whole day.
There is a district in Romania (Maramures) where time seems to have stopped. Surrounded by mountains, this area is reputed to be the last authentic peasant culture surviving in Europe. We found it to be true — the subsistence farming, the gentle people, the ancient ways of everyday life. Even so, there is an encroachment of new ways. This photo (made in the small village of Botiza) captures the old and new in the footwear of two ladies in the town square.
This hanging foot, while it may be thought provoking, probably has meaning only to me. We had hoped to visit a small museum in the old district of Antalya, Turkey. I can’t remember the name but it was not the fantastic Museum of Antalya. At any rate, we arrived only to find that the museum was closed for renovation. The foot belongs to a man on scaffolding working on the street facade. Unimportant? Yes, but I like the composition and it stays with me as a mini-memory of that remarkable city.
When you give it some thought, it may be surprising that there is often a memory or feeling or emotion hidden in the image of feet. And it doesn’t have to be feet. Hands work just as well if you want to capture little vignettes of life.