Originally posted by BigMackCam I
love this photo - the composition is superb, the juxtaposing of the background and foreground subjects looking in different directions, the pose of the main subject and her smile (and all the character in her wonderful face). The black and white processing is superb, too... if I hadn't known better, I'd have sworn this was taken on 35mm film. One of my favourite recent photos
Hello Mike,
I actually do not know if your comment is right, but this is the best positive critical response I have ever had! But, you are right on one point, I tried to capture in day-to-day ups and downs, some attitude of common people in common situations... For this event, I decided not to take all my lenses, but just the 50mm as an exercise in style and because this lens is the most similar to eye's viewing.. I didn't know if I would take some photos. The photos of that serie were realised at the family reunion of my aunt's burrial last week.. I just wanted to have some of them from people of my family I haven't seen since my parents' burrial in 2010...
For the little story, Véronique is my cousin. Her father Michel and my mother Monique were brother and sister. My grandfather Henri was born in 1893. He made First World War in the tranchées as a capitan. He was a "war hero" and became the president of veterans of the FWW after "la der des der" ("war to end all wars"). When the Germans invaded France in 1939, he was at that time notary and mayor of Chateau-Thierry. The Germans took his house as the HeadQuarter of officers. My grandfather died in 1942 in an accident... My alsacian grandmother (my great-grandfather didn't want to become german when Alsace was annexed by Germany in 1870, had to leave Alsace and refused to speak alsacian to hese children) died in 1983, my uncle Michel in 1988 and my parents in 2010. Pierre on the photo behind her, Véronique's brother, married a german woman and had three children, all of them speaking perfectly the two languages. Pierre speaks perfectly german, now lives in Strasbourg, Alsace.... Burrials are always sad, aren't they? But it is also a time for getting together with family. I decided to take some photos of my family in the same café where we meet each other whenever one of our parents passes away. Also because it is the last time we meet here since we won't be burried in this town for all of us, survivors. The family vault is full. A historical page has been turned. Thank you for reading.
Best regards and thank you again Mike for your kind words.