My gallery of early photography, is what I consider to be a self-documentation of an art form that refuses to sink below honesty.  What I enjoy about photography is that it brings a glimpse into a moment of what the eye may see at any given time.  However, what I love about it, is that it makes that moment infinite.  When it comes to the early stages of photography, I like to see what people admired in their time.  I also like to think that the photographs bring a better sense of raw emotion in the portraits of this time period.  I think that is because they were the first generation to experience this medium, not like our modern generation that is obsessed with Facebook "selfies" and looking perfect for the camera.  Whether it is true or not, I feel a greater sense of honesty with these photographs.  I also appreciate the hard work it took to take a photograph using glass plating and making a print in the darkroom during the early days, as opposed to the current generation of photographers who only need to "point and click" and then edit onto a computer program.  This ability to do the hard work shows a greater love and devotion for photography, which I strongly admire.  For me, its excellent to see the raw emotion coming from portraits, or even just photos of people in general, from a different time period.  Its like they are staring at you trying to communicate the pains of their lives to a viewer from a different time.  I chose the name visions, because many of the photos I chose here seem like visions from a dream, whether it be a fantasy or a nightmare.  A good example of these are Moonlight: The Pond & She Never Told Her Love.  Both have elements that I consider to be surreal or dreamlike, whether these elements be quite subtle or obvious.

This photograph is one of my absolute favorites from this gallery.  To me it seems like something out of a Tennessee dream, a vision of landscape that one might see from a John Hillcoat film.  It represents a timeless nature about itself, while still giving me the impression of a dream.  I also like it because it gives me a sense of impending doom for some reason.  I think it has to do with the pond being centered in the photo, as if something is lurking underneath it in the moonlight.
This photo is the reason why I wanted to make this gallery.  It represents a quintessential photograph in my mind for many reasons:  it is wonderfully composed, it has fantastic lighting/hue, and it leaves a mysterious question of what is going on with the woman in the photograph.  It seems like an imaginative narrative of sorts, like a story without a story (other than the obvious conclusion, "She never told her love").  It seems like a scene from a dream, with the lighting emphasized on the woman and the surrounding darkness with the hint of brown, really creates the impression of a dream in my mind.  There is also a deep-rooted sense of emotion coming from the subject in the chair.  Its almost as if I can feel her pain by looking at her face/posture.  A really beautiful yet unsettling image, and proof to me that it is a masterpiece of photography.  I see this as a woman who is dying from never telling a man that she loved him.
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