Photo Essay

http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2013/11/03/magazine/03limbs_in.html?ref=magazine    

This photo essay is about how people turned their prosthetic body parts into a work of art. Instead of making their prosthetics look like a normal arm or leg these people choose to embrace the fact they are an amputee and have fun with it. People tend to hide their imperfections instead of embracing them. From this photo essay I learned that these amputees do not want to be pitied without having to hide the fact that they are losing a limb.  A photo essay is a series of photos that tell a story with little text to help. The images and text relate because the text helps tell the story that the picture can not fully portray. 

W Eugene Smith

W Eugene Smith used under and over exposure to deepen his translation and communication with the viewer. In the first picture above the bunny symbolizes innocence and purity. As well as in the second picture that the boy is bright white compared to the dark water he is about to dive into. This symbolizes  life because children start off innocent until they get older and become a part of society and start to see the evils of the world. So the black water symbolizes society and the young innocent boy about to dive into it. The third picture you can see the dark clouds and world around him while the man is wearing a light colored suit. Smith under exposed to darken the low lights and give the picture a depressing tone. You can see in this third image he is surrounded by hardship and slowly he is dimming and giving into the darkness. 

Crack Shack

We went down to the Crack Shack one day in 6th hour. The chain link fences and high brick walls were surrounding us. Then all of a sudden there was a loud scream and chaos broke out. People were running everywhere and it was pitch black. But there was no way out. We all wondered through the rooms and in between tall chain linked fences. We finally gathered and took a head count when we found out Chloe was missing. We all sat anxiously waiting what would happen next. We all jumped at every little noise and watched the mice run around on the floor. Then mysteriously an hour later the back door creaked open...