Taking a break...

Last night I decided to take a break from school work and so I played one of my all time favourite games. Within these games you have to search for the objects listed, within the scene shown on screen. The faster you find them the more money/hints or clues you get to help your investigation.

Here are a few examples:

I really like playing these games as they give me a thrill that I have to try and find these objects in order to get money and move on, I spend hours on them. When playing these I thought that they linked really well with the theme ' Mystery and imagination' as eventhough you are playing a game, it is still quite knowledgeable as there are many puzzles and riddles within each scene.

These games reminded me of an abandoned or mysterious place that has once had memories or movement within it and has now been laid to rest until someone finds these unique treasures again. Like at a carboot sale or in a junk yard, you never know what your going to find. Unwanted treasures can be your jewell.

Even deserted playgrounds can be of a mysterious nature as to ask the question of what happens to it or who uses it when the children have gone to bed or are having their dinner? Is it quiet? alone? or is it a subject of beauty and sacredness?

This is one of my favourite photographs from the set as I really like how the bars and rope bridge draw your eyes to the hut in the left of the photo, I also like the way the darkness of the playground apparetus contrasts well with the light blues of the sky in the background. I didn't actually spot these values until I had taken the photograph and so they appear in the photo by accident. The photographs I value the most are when they were pure accidents as this shows, to me, that you can actually, truely take a photograph without using factors such as compositional values and visual elements. They happen on their own.

I really like the outcome of this set of photos, especially with the contrasts of the blues within the sky that give the photographs that sense of mystery and an almost a moody and yet sacred atmosphere. In the first photo of the set I have burned out the bottom right hand corner as to draw the audiences eyes toward the bright red and blue swing which stands out from the paleness of the sand. I have also tried to capture the colours within the playground as to show that it does really come alive in the evening/night when the children have finished playing with the apparatus. This in my mind sparks off the thought of does the playground actually truely come alive as in the sense of 'living' and not just with colour. Who knows? When I had left who could have seen if it did or not?