The first time I saw her, she stood in the sunset light, against the clouds, her figure cutting a black silhouette in the dark red and orange background. The contrast caught my eye; I always enjoyed silhouetting at sunrise or sunset. It didn’t always work but that time I knew, somehow, that it would. It was a gut feeling that I couldn’t ignore. I had to have a photo. So I stepped where I needed to and pulled out my camera. The great thing about a proDSLR with a 200mm zoom is that few people actually know that you’re shooting them. That sometimes allows for stunning candid shots.
From where I stood, camera in hand, she looked beautiful, gorgeous even. Even 50 meters away, I could distinguish the long neck, the perfectly traced jaw line and high cheekbones. Her hair was cropped really short and the outline of her skull was just another element that made her a perfect model for me. I took a first shot and checked. Wow. A second one and looked. Stunning. So what? I was chimping. I rarely do it but she was a perfect reason for doing it.
There was something magnetic about her, magic. My camera and my eyes were attracted to her as if nothing else mattered. I wasn’t the only one in fairness. In fact, as she moved, it seemed the clouds danced around her, following her just to allow me to snap away and capture the images of this gorgeous creature. It was magic. I must have taken 50 shots of her. In all honesty it was with great reluctance that I shoved my camera back in my bag and let her go her own way. Still I followed her steps: I could have sworn the skies arranged themselves around my one time unknowing model.
As I checked the images later that day I felt two things: one the woman probably knew she was being photographed. I had no idea how she could have guessed, but the way she posed a few times spoke of a knowledge that she shouldn’t have had. Two: I had to meet her again. There was a hint of magic in what I’d caught. I wanted to know whether it was my talent or this black magic woman whose beauty transcended my photos.
I like to think it was a bit of both but then I’m biased. Lissa and I have been partners for 10 years now. And somehow every time I take photos of her, it seems that somehow the clouds know exactly where to be. It has to be magic.