Great Black and White Photographers part 3

Photo 1

Photo 2
1) What first caught my eye when I saw these photos is how different they are and how he edited them to make them look imaginary. Something particular I saw that made me chose these photos is the different balances and the cool different features he uses.

2) Using my five senses, I see different dynamics between both photos and I see specifically happiness and serenity. I smell fresh air when I look at these photos because I think of the outdoors and how calm I am outside. When I am outside I feel myself escape and when I smell the fresh air I feel my whole body calm down.  I hear birds chirping and the wind blowing because they are outside.  I said birds chirping because one photo is based in the mountains and there are trees and when I am in the forest or mountains all I hear are the singing birds. I taste the freshness and cool water in my mouth. When I think of the outdoors I feel the need to drink cool water to stay hydrated and along with the water in one of the photos I taste water. I feel coldness and wind blowing against my skin because there are clouds and snow in the mountains. I see myself in the photos with a warm jacket just breathing in mountain air.

3) I would like to create a powerpoint showing off my photographers beautiful photos.

Photo 2 Senses:
I see in the photo is confusion. I see confusion because I am unsure of what the photographer is trying to show. I also see darkness because I think the tree is acting like an evil creature coming and destroying all things good. I smell fresh air again because the photo is outside. Also having the shadow of the tree and the cloud make a good understanding that the photo is based in the outdoors. I hear screams of doom and sorrow. I said this because I am not too happy looking at this photo and the darkness makes me think of doom and cries. I taste apples because the tree looks like an apple tree. I also think of this photo as the forest and I think of apples in a forest on apple trees. I feel my hands on a cold railing and the rough bark of the trees cutting my hands. I said the rough bark cutting my hands because I see myself climbing the gloomy tree to get a apple.