I’ll admit I have kind of an obsession with dead flowers. (I guess I should call them “dried flowers.” It sounds less morbid.) You’ll see quite a few images here featuring them, and I’m sure I’ll shoot more in the future. Part of the appeal is that they can be symbolic of a lot of things: the brevity of life, lost love, entropy, and decay. I’m also intrigued that the drying process causes such a dramatic and quick change, but once dried they seem to be frozen in time.
I shot this image with a vintage 1972 Polaroid SX-70 instant film camera. Then I scanned it to make a final enlarged version of the original 3 x 3 inch print. Enlarging of the image magnifies the grain and emulsion of the film.
Many photographers, especially since the advent of digital imaging, are obsessed with having as little grain or noise in their images as possible. I have nothing against decreasing grain in digital images when appropriate, but I also think grain from real film gives images character. I especially like the way instant film looks. The enlarged image bears a resemblance to a pointillist painting.
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