B&W Photographer-Senses

My photographer is Dorothea Lange.

1. While looking at her photos i noticed that she uses lines to an extent(which is my forte), but mainly she liked using things that were either up front in your face with simplicity or using the rule of thirds and balance to place something upfront but also put a subject in the background.

2. the first photo:(putting my self in the photographer's place)
i see:two men walking down a long dirt path, tired, exaughsted, poor. and all they see is a luxury billboard, and how they are imagining how they wish their lives were.
i smell:dirt, dry air, heat and sweat. there is miles and miles of dirt and thats all you seem to smell, no flowers or greenery, just dirt and dry.
i hear: the rustling of feet on a dirt gravel road. the sounds of a train and a tractor in the far far distance. just the sounds of these 2 men walking.
i taste: nothing, the dry dirt, no water or food for miles, just the shear essence of my surroundings of dirt and nothing else.
i feel: sad. i feel like they are alone in the world and no one cares. i feel like no one has cared for these men so they are off to find somewhere new, and new start.

the second photo:(putting myself in the photographer's place)
i see: children all in rows, hands on heart, and reciting the pledge to our flag. i see a japanese american girl with a perplexed face, like either not remembering or not seeing the importance of the pledge. she looks uneasy about her surroundings.
i smell: the sweetness of a classroom, maybe a perfume smell of the teacher. i smell innocence and kindness.
i hear:childrens voices in unison reciting the pledge of alligence. almost to a point where it is loud yelling, like they want to make sure that their voice gets heard above everyone elses, i hear incorrect verses, and a bunch of jumbled mess of sound.
i taste: nothing imparticular, nothing really at all.
i feel: sad for this child. being forced against her beliefs to recite this, i feel sad that this is what it has come to that children are forced to say the pledge, forced against their right.

third photo:(putting myself in the photographer's place)
i see: a sad young girl, tired, and poor, i see her mother in the background, also tired and sad. seeming like they are doing whatever they can to get by but its not enough. i see them surrounded by dirt, they own little, and are left sad from the outcome of the economy and their lives.
i smell: dirt, dry air, just dirt. no smells of flowers or greenery or cooking or perfume, just dirt. it is a dry smell, and unappritiated smell. a poor smell.
i hear: the sound of wind along the flat plains. the rustling of their dresses in the wind, nothing else, silence. dead silence.
i taste:dry dirt, nothing of any importance. there is no water or food just dirt, and sadness. only dirt.
i feel: like there is something i can do to help these people. something i can do to make their lives a bit easier. but there is nothing. nothing i can do. i feel the need to reach out to them even though i cant. i feel sadness.


3. If given the opportunity to publicize my photographer to the class and school i would like to make a poster. i think i could make a good demonstration of her photos through a poster.