Danielle McGuy
Photography in my retirement years has been a gift. Through it, I have sought to translate or rather express the most profound sentiments that so mysteriously engulf my heart particularly in my Italian travels. Reminiscing the words of Stendhal as he faints at the sight of such beauty, or Henry James as he seeks inspiration staring out at the Lagoon from his pensione on Riva degli Shiavoni… or as I myself swoon contemplating the Guardis, the Tintorettos, the Gorgiones… or sailing gently on the Brenta, reimagining Goethe’s legendary passage to Venezia… or again delighting in the Tuscan countryside. From the day I acquired my first Sony a6000 and captured the moments to my now prized a7ii....and the myriad possibilities afforded with Lightroom and Capture One, On1 and Luminar... my dormant creativity has been ignited. As each photo reveals its own life photography is a gift.
Photography for me in my retirement years has been a gift. Through my photographic work, I have sought to translate or rather express the most profound sentiments that so mysteriously engulf my heart in my Italian travellings. Reminiscing the words of Stendhal as he faints at the sight of such beauty, or Henry James as he seeks inspiration staring out at the Lagoon from his pensione on Riva degli Schiavoni...or as I myself swoon contemplating the Guardis the Tintorettos, the Gorgiones... or sailing gently on the Brenta reimagining Goethe s legendary passage to Venezia... or again delighting in the Tuscan countryside visually attuned by the painters of quattrocento Renaissance... From the day I acquired my first Sony a6000 and captured the moments to my now prized a7ii....and the myriad possibilities afforded with Lightroom and Capture One and On1 and Luminar... my dormant creativity has been ignited and yes to me photography is a gift.
Photography for me in my retirement years has been a gift. Through my photographic work, I have sought to translate or rather express the most profound sentiments that so mysteriously engulf my heart in my Italian travellings. Reminiscing the words of Stendhal as he faints at the sight of such beauty, or Henry James as he seeks inspiration staring out at the Lagoon from his pensione on Riva degli Schiavoni...or as I myself swoon contemplating the Guardis the Tintorettos, the Gorgiones... or sailing gently on the Brenta reimagining Goethe s legendary passage to Venezia... or again delighting in the Tuscan countryside visually attuned by the painters of quattrocento Renaissance... From the day I acquired my first Sony a6000 and captured the moments to my now prized a7ii....and the myriad possibilities afforded with Lightroom and Capture One and On1 and Luminar... my dormant creativity has been ignited and yes to me photography is a gift.
