05/01/10
This post appears a day late, but represents a snowball fight on the way home from the Johnson Arms at 9.30pm yesterday evening. I am appreciating this photo's impressionistic style.
I have a frosty lense thanks to being undeservedly smothered in a snowball slightly before I took this shot. I was not participating in this 'fight,' which transforms my friends into anonymous and homogeneous dark figures. It seems I am the impersonal, detached observer of this scene, capturing it for the sake of taking a photograph. Perhaps this position allows me to reveal the strategic nature of what is a good-humoured, childish game: each 'player' is spread out across the field in formation, each person creating enough distance between one another...
The whirlpool pattern on my lense creates the illusion of a ghostly snowball traced in mid-flight...
It is snowing heavily this morning so expect another snow shot later.
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