The Outsider
Charleston, South Carolina is a beautiful, quaint, historic city. New industries and droves of individuals from across the country are continually moving in to partake of its unique qualities and opportunities.
I met an elderly gentleman there, a lifelong resident, who was deeply concerned about the change associated with such rapid growth. He felt it was eroding the city's beloved traditional charm that he had embraced for so long. Likewise, he was feeling pushed aside by this "so-called progress" (his words).
That is the subtext of this picture. First and foremost, I was attracted to the mood and beauty of this scene. And for some reason, I don't know why exactly, I thought of the colors and composition of Andrew Wyeth's classic painting, Christina's World. Also, I was thinking about the dynamic of the new overtaking the old. These ideas merged in my thought process as I took this photo.
To me, the mooring pole appeared to have a great deal of old-world character. It looked like it had been there long before the comparatively modern Ravenel Bridge in the background. I thought of that venerable Charleston resident feeling marginalized by the newcomers.
This was once the mooring pole's territory. Now this previous insider has become "the outsider."
I met an elderly gentleman there, a lifelong resident, who was deeply concerned about the change associated with such rapid growth. He felt it was eroding the city's beloved traditional charm that he had embraced for so long. Likewise, he was feeling pushed aside by this "so-called progress" (his words).
That is the subtext of this picture. First and foremost, I was attracted to the mood and beauty of this scene. And for some reason, I don't know why exactly, I thought of the colors and composition of Andrew Wyeth's classic painting, Christina's World. Also, I was thinking about the dynamic of the new overtaking the old. These ideas merged in my thought process as I took this photo.
To me, the mooring pole appeared to have a great deal of old-world character. It looked like it had been there long before the comparatively modern Ravenel Bridge in the background. I thought of that venerable Charleston resident feeling marginalized by the newcomers.
This was once the mooring pole's territory. Now this previous insider has become "the outsider."