One of the joys of photography, and one of the risks as well, is to see an exhibit, or book of photographs of a photographer you admire. At the Met a week or so ago, I saw a collection of William Eggleston photographs on display. He is considered one of the pioneers of color photography, and his mature work is characterized by its ordinary subject-matter and the way he sees the complexity and beauty of the mundane world. So on a walk to the beach today, without really being aware of it, I saw this scene and took a photograph of it. It was only later, while working on the image, that I realized that it has echoes of Eggleston's work to me. Not to a museum curator, I suspect.
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