[lindsey scott photography]

Iterations

2008-09-30T21:17:00.014+09:00

The Doors of Opportunity

2008-05-03T14:47:00.002+09:00

It’s been awhile since I posted new photographs, and it’s been awhile since I took some time to take new photographs. Thinking about that made me think about how easy it is to get swept away in the current of everyday life. How many of us have spent our days and nights unaware of the time and opportunities passing us by? Although it is painlessly simple to close our eyes and step forward into each day, my eyes are opened by friends like Deanne Tonking (www.sushizume.com, www.tokyomade.com, www.hooplovers.com), who rise to a new challenge with every sunrise, inspiring and enlivening all around her. Just as easily as not, we can open the doors of opportunity that present themselves to us, explore new parts of the world, of ourselves, of the people around us. Those uninspired nights when I slowly waste away on the couch, I must remind myself of those doorways, stand up, and walk through one of them, camera in hand.

Laughter and Contemplation

2008-05-03T14:46:00.004+09:00

An Afternoon in KL

2008-05-03T14:46:00.002+09:00

Two Pigeons and Three Windows

2008-05-03T14:45:00.002+09:00

Two Umbrellas and a Bicycle

2008-05-03T14:44:00.002+09:00

The Yellow Arch

2008-05-03T14:43:00.003+09:00

PUSH

2008-05-03T14:42:00.002+09:00

RIC RAC

2008-05-03T14:41:00.002+09:00

1+1+1=1

2008-05-03T14:34:00.001+09:00

Where are you?

2008-05-03T14:33:00.002+09:00

good morning

2008-05-03T14:31:00.002+09:00

A Cicada's Song

2007-09-18T20:06:00.001+09:00

the heat
pressing down
crowds
all around
why can't you let me go?
release me from your sweaty fingers
and let me slip into autumn's cool breeze
when will the cicada's song dissapate
back into my memories?
alongside the festivals and fireworks,
the song rings in my mind

harajuku girl

2007-07-27T17:20:00.001+09:00

paper smile

2007-07-27T17:18:00.001+09:00

[untitled]

2007-07-27T16:25:00.000+09:00

When a Green Light is Blue

2007-07-24T17:05:00.001+09:00

In Japan, they say that the green traffic light is actually blue.
Is it blue? Is it green?
Is it a matter of perception or simply a matter of discourse?

In high school, I met a guy named Chris Varga who had presented me with an interesting idea about the discernment of color. He believed that we do not dream in color, but only in black and white. He claimed that when we awake and recall our dream, we just associate color with the objects in our dream; for example, if you dreamt of an apple, you would remember the apple as being red because that is the color you associate with apples.

Do your eyes perceive things differently than mine? Does your mind perceive things differently, as well? Does your culture, environment, genetic dispostion, religious beliefs or the lingering effects of the night before affect the way you see the world around you and around me?

Whether a traffic light is blue or green does not really matter, but I can't stop from wondering...what do YOU see?

cat street

2007-07-11T20:26:00.000+09:00

the front of the back

2007-07-11T20:20:00.001+09:00

shinjuku sunset

2007-07-11T19:57:00.002+09:00

shinjuku sunset
shadows slide across buildings
day turns to dusk

a haiku

The Moment

2007-07-11T19:51:00.000+09:00

What I find so alluring about the camera is that it allows us to view the world from an infinite number of different perspectives.

I am a photographer.
I take pictures of the city, of the people and things around me.
As a walk through the backstreets of Tokyo, I use my camera to redefine the images found there. I re-frame them and present them from a different perspective.

When I take a picture, it is the moment that I capture. The image and the moment. From day to day, moment to moment, my perspective changes. I may see something different under the train tracks or a different expression on some one's face, or see nothing at all. Not only does my perspective change from day to day, but the city changes, as well. The stencil graffiti of the girl with the rifle that I photographed last fall remains there today; if you walk out of Naka-Meguro train station, turn left and follow the tracks back towards Yutenji, you will find the same images that I saw, but the difference will be the moment, the perspective.

When I was living in a place called Shirokane, there was an old home around the corner from my apartment. Every time I walked past the house, I thought about stopping to take a picture, but never did. A few months passed until one morning, I opened the lobby door of my apartment building and met the smell of smoke and ash. I turned the corner and was stopped by barricades and fireman; the home, that for months I had wanted to capture on film, was gone, destroyed by a fire in the middle of the night. While I slept, the family was killed and their home gutted by the flames. That morning, I realized the essence of photography. A picture is not only an image, but a moment, as well ~ a moment that may last forever, like a photograph of a mountain range, or a moment that may be gone when you wake up the morning. The difference between one moment and another may even be as minuscule as the difference of a second’s hesitation before you push the shutter.

With my camera, I try to appreciate the infinite number of possibilities for images and for moments. Day to day, moment to moment, second to second, the shutter closes and the moment is gone.