The Song of Wandering Aengus {A Photographic Interpretation}

For class, at the Art Institute, I was given an assignment to interpret a poem photographically. I really thought thsi was an awesome idea; it is probably something I will continue to do even after class. Never before had I ever had so many specific ideas spring into my head that I absolutely needed to capture.

I took it upon myself to draw out these ideas and plan how I would be shooting them. All in all, this shoot was an absolute success! I had beautiful models, beautiful light {exactly how the poem describes}, beautiful props… it was all there. if there was anything to make this assignment fail, it was my shooting only.

Here is the poem and my photographic interpretation. In class, we had to choose only one photo, but I’ve included several here. I couldn’t just limit myself to showing only one!

I cannot wait to work with this girl again! Unfortunately, the male in this story was just visiting from out of town.

The Song of Wandering Aengus

By W.B. Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,  

Because a fire was in my head,  

And cut and peeled a hazel wand,  

And hooked a berry to a thread;  

And when white moths were on the wing,

And moth-like stars were flickering out,  

I dropped the berry in a stream  

And caught a little silver trout.  


When I had laid it on the floor  

I went to blow the fire a-flame,

But something rustled on the floor,  

And someone called me by my name:  

It had become a glimmering girl  

With apple blossom in her hair  

Who called me by my name and ran

And faded through the brightening air.  


Though I am old with wandering  

Through hollow lands and hilly lands,  

I will find out where she has gone,  

And kiss her lips and take her hands;

And walk among long dappled grass,  

And pluck till time and times are done,  

The silver apples of the moon,  

The golden apples of the sun.

My only complaint about this shoot was that my feet managed to find a serious ant hill. I can’t say that I’ve been stung by an ant more than once in my life; that was only two years ago that it happened, too. This? This was an all out brutal attack on me… Ouch.

Well, I hope you enjoyed viewing my images as much as I enjoyed shooting them, and as much as my models enjoyed telling the story for me. It was an experience I will never forget; I hope to start doing this kind of interpretation shooting more often. Does anyone have any favorite poems to suggest?



3 thoughts on “The Song of Wandering Aengus {A Photographic Interpretation}

  1. Nice work, reflects on what you wanted to work on..very energetic ..thoughtful..just wish you wouldn’t have to run into that fierce Ant hill! OUCH is right!

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