i spent all of 2017 getting pretty good at photographing STILL blog subjects against a black background. they had depth. they had moodiness. they had a certain still life melancholy and an evocative wash of light across them. today i tried to revisit that particular mode, and it did not work. i took a couple hundred photos and threw them all out. i feel a little like this flower. fortunately this flower is on a white background, or you wouldn’t understand that line, because the image would be so emotionless.
black-eyed susan blossom with curved stem (rudbeckia)