This blog is a summation of my photography, why I do it, what I find in it, what stories come about because of it. I am no professional to be sure, although I aspire to be one and can only hope to reach that level of accomplishment. No, this a serious hobby that has taken me down roads that suck up my truck and has caused me to spend money beyond what I should, demanding more everyday.
Then what could I possibly get out of it, if there is no money involved? There is so much more than money. Money passes through my fingers like an unwitnessed ghost, leaving no trace, insubstantial and gone before it can be counted.
But the earth beneath my feet–that is another matter altogether. It is always there, supporting me and filling my vision, from birth to death, for I am short-lived and just as insubstantial as the money I don’t get to count. For those of us that have paused to breathe in this life force and truly observe, we have all seen a sunset that will never happen in quite the same way again; a cloud formation that cannot be repeated; solid walls of granite that will someday be grains of sand, transforming their beauty in an unknowable future beyond us.
I collect these visions like I collect pretty rocks. No monetary value, no essential use. Just a pretty rock in my pocket that I feel lucky to run across and possess for a short period of time.
The rock will out live me and my aspirations, disappointments, struggles and triumphs. By holding it, I feel a part of it, rather like a bird on a water buffalo or a tick on a dog, hitching a free ride. A photograph is another way of hitching a free ride, the only difference being an even less substantial version of a rock.
I never know what I will see, how I will see it, how I will be able to record it, thereby leading to my obsession to chase sunsets, stand next to freezing waterfalls and hike all over hill and dale. It could be worse. It could lead me, like my husband, to sneak up on moose and follow bear track. But that’s another blog.
The First Post
This blog is a summation of my photography, why I do it, what I find in it, what stories come about because of it. I am no professional to be sure, although I aspire to be one and can only hope to reach that level of accomplishment. No, this a serious hobby that has taken me down roads that suck up my truck and has caused me to spend money beyond what I should, demanding more everyday.
Then what could I possibly get out of it, if there is no money involved? There is so much more than money. Money passes through my fingers like an unwitnessed ghost, leaving no trace, insubstantial and gone before it can be counted.
But the earth beneath my feet–that is another matter altogether. It is always there, supporting me and filling my vision, from birth to death, for I am short-lived and just as insubstantial as the money I don’t get to count. For those of us that have paused to breathe in this life force and truly observe, we have all seen a sunset that will never happen in quite the same way again; a cloud formation that cannot be repeated; solid walls of granite that will someday be grains of sand, transforming their beauty in an unknowable future beyond us.
I collect these visions like I collect pretty rocks. No monetary value, no essential use. Just a pretty rock in my pocket that I feel lucky to run across and possess for a short period of time.
The rock will out live me and my aspirations, disappointments, struggles and triumphs. By holding it, I feel a part of it, rather like a bird on a water buffalo or a tick on a dog, hitching a free ride. A photograph is another way of hitching a free ride, the only difference being an even less substantial version of a rock.
I never know what I will see, how I will see it, how I will be able to record it, thereby leading to my obsession to chase sunsets, stand next to freezing waterfalls and hike all over hill and dale. It could be worse. It could lead me, like my husband, to sneak up on moose and follow bear track. But that’s another blog.