©BryonyRosa.com 2015 Updated 12 January 2015
I always find myself desperately trying to replicate how stormy, beautiful, eerie or sunny the place I visited was, but it always seems to be just out of reach. Sure, you can see that it was sunny there, but you can never seem to convey the blistering heat or the eerie silence and emptiness of a place.
Despite this, I still love my holiday photos. They make up so many of my memories about a place, I remember seeing something and how I took the photo, and I would also forget so much without them. I look through photos from holidays from years a go and suddenly remember the day we took a trip to that place, what the ground felt like beneath my feet and the feeling of being on top of a cliff.
In the end, it’s not even about capturing how the place looked to you every day, because you can do that (to some extent) with your camera. That feeling that you can’t seem to replicate is often everything about that place combined. The people, the weather, the air, the scenery, the bustle, the emptiness, the serenity, the city life. I want to cram everything that makes the place unique into those photos, but I never seem to quite achieve it.