1) The first thing that caught my eye in the photos by Roger Fenton was the scope of his photos. They tell stories and give a past and future. In the first photo with the dead bombs, it caught my eye that it was in a path way, carved out from a hillside, and that the bombs just laid there with what it seemed to be little action with them. The second photo with the man on the log bridge was the size of the bridge, and the rocky stream below. It showed the man on a large obstacle and terrifying environment.
Photo 1:
I see bombs in a path. Danger and fighting that has occurred. I see the ruins of war.
I smell remnants of gunpowder, fire, and dead bodies. The dirt, rust and the age that the bombs carry with them can be scented.
I hear battle, and war and the vehicles that have passed by hear. I can hear the screams from battle and gunshots. The silence from a land long since ruined by conflict.
I taste blood and dirt from fighting. I can taste military rations and dryness from a lack of moisture. I can taste the dry air.
I feel pain and soreness from worn muscles. From long conflict and struggle I can feel the fatigue. I feel exhausted and heavy.
Photo 2:
I see nature, and a man crossing its gap. The ravine he traverses isn't very deep or wide, but enough to warrant a bridge. I see the cliff face against the stream and the lower plane on the other side.
I smell moisture in the air, as well as the green nature. I can smell the fresh water from the stream as well as the crisp and clean air from the green trees.
I hear water in the stream and birds chirping. The water rushes and babbles as rocks fall. I can her the man's light footsteps and heavy breaths from the narrow walk way.
I taste crisp water and dry travel foods. I can taste sweat from travels to this secluded place.
I feel tiredness from travel, relaxation from its serene tone. I feel the rocks amongst me next to the creek.
I want to show my photographer's world through a power point or maybe a collage of pictures on a poster.
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