Camera: Fujifilm X-Pro3
Lens: Zeiss Touit 50M/2.8
Digital: 26 MP [24×16] CMOS
Software: Adobe Lightroom
Location: Studio
Date: September 2024
Lighting: Ambient/Daylight
Genre: Still Life
Sometimes, it’s not the polished side that holds the story.
Sometimes, grace lives where few think to look.
The Gift of the Underside
Most would never turn the shell over.
Most would only admire its glossy crown,
the swirls and shine that catch the sun.
But underneath, here,
is where the quiet beauty lives.
Worn smooth by time and tide,
it’s a study in patience,
in the poetry of texture,
of spiral form, of rhythm.
Nothing loud. Nothing showy.
Just the soft lilt of natural design,
of a life that has simply endured.
The underside reminds us:
not all beauty insists on being seen.
We live in a world that praises gloss—
but the artist learns to look again.
The photographer waits for the light to fall just so.
The philosopher asks what lies beneath.
Even the story of the Ugly Duckling
is not about transformation,
but about perception.
True vision requires humility:
the willingness to turn things over
and find meaning where others saw none.
What draws me to photography isn’t only what the eye sees, but what the heart senses when light touches form in unexpected ways. The underside of this shell reminded me that beauty often hides in quiet places, waiting to be noticed. Turning it over felt symbolic — a small act of curiosity that revealed something timeless. That’s the wonder of still life: it asks us to slow down, look deeper, and see what’s been there all along.
Behind the Lens
The setup was simple: my Fujifilm X-Pro3 on a copy stand with a macro lens. But the moment was years in the making.
I’ve held onto this shell for ages, always sensing there was something special about it, but never quite seeing it. Looked at the way most people would, it doesn’t shout for attention. Its beauty doesn’t shine from the usual angles.
That day, before photographing it, I paused. I held the shell in my hand, slowly turning it, feeling its weight, its shape. And then, when I looked at its underside, I saw it: the quiet geometry, the subtle rhythm, the soft story etched by time and tide.
I placed it under the lens, looking from above, and what had once seemed ordinary unfolded into something full of grace. A side usually hidden in darkness had been quietly holding form, pattern, and presence all along.
held in aging hands
beauty beneath harsh light, the
underside of grace
5-7-5 haiku by darr