This trip wasn’t about photography like my trip to Venice was, but I kept my camera with me and I was always looking. Very occasionally I’d wander off by myself, but usually Grace was just very patient. I’m lucky that way.
I found myself drawn to this little stone chapel on the Indiana University campus. It was such a surprise to find a chapel and cemetery right next to the Student Union. Situated as it was under the trees it looked like something out of a fairy tale. I took several (okay, many) pictures of it from different vantage points and in different light, but it wasn’t until I got home and reviewed the images that I realized I had framed it in an identical way on two different visits.
Except the images are far from identical. What a difference light makes! The first view, taken in the early morning, makes the church look cold and forbidding to me. The way the doors are in shadow makes it seem a little eerie. The chapel was open, but I wouldn’t have wanted to go in there alone. The second view was taken at night. The floodlighting warms up the stone and the glow from inside is so inviting. No wonder someone stopped by.
And it’s the bicycle that made me stop and make the photograph. Without it, the image would be a nice postcard. With it, the picture suggests a story to me. Who is stopping by the little chapel at 9:00 on a Monday night? I can imagine so many scenarios, and those imaginings cause me to linger over the photograph.
I’m very curious about the power of still images to tell stories. What do you think about this? What makes a photograph evocative for you?