(Ed. Note: I’ve written about my relationship with photography many times throughout the years that I have been blogging about W and I. In fact one of my first posts was about my ambivalence about being photographed: The Story of Pictures. More recently I revisited the topic in another Wicked Wednesday prompt: Viewing Myself Through Others’ Eyes. My ambivalence-turned-acceptance-turned-occasional-celebration of the photos W takes of me/us is well-documented, and in fact the topic of yet another blog I have been cogitating on recently, but which isn’t quite ready for reader consumption yet. Instead, I thought it might be interesting to hear from the photographer himself for this week’s prompt.
Take it away, W…)
Photography: W’s Perspective
I’m not a photographer. But I love capturing images.
Like this one:
And this one:
And this one:
Like many of you, I take pictures to show off my hot girlfriend, document an accomplishment, or revel in the magnificence of nature. And as many of us do I take photos as a remembrance. My memory isn’t the best in the world. In fact I have a saying. “After a year if we don’t have pictures – a scene didn’t exist.” I can barely remember many spectacular scenes I’ve had in the past. When I first started out in the world of fetish I discovered all sorts of wondrous things. But details are vague, if I remember them at all. Fortunately about that time I obtained my first digital camera. (It operated on floppy disks.) It is only through those early primitive images that I am reminded of the wondrous new things I experienced.
With photography we can look back, remember and re-live scenes that might otherwise escape into the mists of time.
Jade and I also use photography as a means to stimulate play. All the time we come up with games that get us into amusing and exciting situations. Sometimes we like to tell little stories. And of course there are always special requests from readers.
But, as most of you know, Jade and I like to play on the dark side of things. It is in those moments that I use the camera as a tool. Much like I would use a flogger or a ball gag. A tool to set a mood, prolong the passage of time. A tool to humiliate, objectify, degrade. A mechanism to satisfy voyeuristic cravings of friends and strangers alike. But it is only a tool, a minor player. The image is captured and then I move on. The girl is always the focus. I like reality, not poses – which are never asked for. Lighting and exposure are secondary to action, emotion and suffering.
The camera can enhance or destroy beauty. It allows us to enter a gritty underworld. In the aftermath of it all she can see a scene as I see it. Dark and hot.
And as real as our encounters get in the moment, often an extended fantasy begins days or weeks later when our imaginations take off and …. Yes, we do indeed jerk off to our own pictures. (Speaking for myself of course.) And quite frankly, we hope you do too. You see we are
raving exhibitionists all about sharing, and it gives us great pleasure if we bring some erotic fantasy into your world as well as ours.
But the greatest reward of photographing our scenes is the perspective that is gained by sharing each other’s point of view. Her perspective is not the same as mine. When we re-live these encounters we share our own feelings and emotions. Sometimes with startling and unsettling honesty. Sometimes with incredibly warm feelings of connection. But always in a way the deepens our mutual understanding of one another.
You might notice that nowhere above did I reference art. I leave that to the professionals. As stimulating as it might be to apply my imagination to a carefully constructed vision, I prefer reality any day. And that is why I like to see pictures taken by you. Everyday people. Not photographers shooting models. Not carefully lit and constructed sets. I want to see what you are saying through your imagery.
Talk to me.