By Candy Ray
On holiday the family always photographed one another. They posed next to loved ones with a fixed smile and sometimes with an arm held stiffly around their shoulders, standing in front of the scenery.
I photographed a lone seagull high in the sky with blue reaching to the edge of the frame, and a dainty Japanese water garden in close-up, greenery filling it right to the edge. I lay on the ground and held the camera above my head to snap a young tree covered in pink blossom.
They said, “There is nothing in your photos.”