"TWIGGED"

Have you noticed how the natural world emerges from blackness every morning at sunrise and then returns to blackness at the end of each day? In that sense, black is a kind of matrix that contains all colours and connects all colours because our human consciousness is constantly searching for objects. I did not go on a mission to look for shots that would make good black-and-white photographs. Nature, as seen in my photograph, already existed. Initially, I considered cropping the image to focus the attention on the thin twig, partially balancing on the edge of one rock. But that is not how this visual haiku happened. I wanted the viewer to explore the bigger picture: to first notice the change in the water flow, implied by the cloudlike foam patterns surrounding the ebony rocks. A hidden moment of suspense awaits the viewer in the thin, white foam line along one end of the forked branch tip, leaving the other end suspended. It was just a matter of time before the current would draw the twig from the rock downstream. I suddenly understood that I could not lay claim to this story because this moment in time and nature found me.