Another dog walk. Another three photographs.
It's surprising what catches my eye when I'm out walking the dog.
This time it wasn't the scenery, the wildlife or even the changing light. It was three things that somebody had left behind.
Three empty plant pots sitting neatly together. A discarded coffee cup overlooking the sea. And, most puzzling of all, a single trainer perched on a post amongst the undergrowth.
Nothing particularly remarkable about any of them, yet each made me stop and take a photograph.
Who left them? Why were they there? And in the case of the trainer, what happened to its other half?
I suppose that's part of what I enjoy about photography. Finding something interesting in the ordinary, even when the subject itself might seem completely insignificant.
Sometimes we go looking for photographs. Other times, they're simply waiting to be noticed.
Sometimes we look. Sometimes we see.
Waiting for Something
Three empty pots upon a wall,
Once perhaps held life so small.
No flowers bloom, no roots remain,
Just empty vessels in the rain,
Waiting to be filled again.
A View for One
A cup left standing by the sea,
Its owner gone, where could they be?
The waves roll in, the clouds drift by,
An empty cup beneath the sky,
A moment passed, without goodbye.
The Missing Half
One lonely trainer, perched up high,
A strange old place to say goodbye.
Its partner missing, whereabouts unknown,
Amongst the leaves it stands alone,
A mystery that time has grown.
The Things We Leave Behind
Three photographs, three discarded objects, and three little mysteries.
I wonder how many people walked past these without giving them a second glance. I probably would have done the same on another day.
That's what I find so fascinating about photography. It doesn't always have to be about beautiful landscapes, remarkable buildings or extraordinary moments. Sometimes the most ordinary things can make us stop, question and even smile.
And perhaps that's the real pleasure of taking my camera on a dog walk. I never know what I'll come home with.
After all, sometimes we look. Sometimes we see.
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