Category Archives: History

Lost in the Shadows | Photography of Remnants Weathered and Worn

The abandoned homestead in the high desert of the Cabezon Peak Wilderness Area of New Mexico. The only sounds being the wind and the occasional Raven. Weathered and worn I love discovering and photographing the small details that when combined tell a much larger story – a story of an individual or family out on the edge of civilization. Perhaps more appropriately the details combine to form questions. Who lived here ? Why did they leave ? What happened ? Why did they choose to live so far out in the middle of nowhere ?

Sometimes the photographer, in capturing textures and compositions that catch his or her eye, inadvertently plays the role of detective and evidence gatherer. Scraps of clues left on the desert landscape. Maybe the real story is forever lost to the shadows and seasonal light that graces the scene of what remains, day after day. The slow working hands of time return to the ground and air the evidence of memory and a life lived.

The Lingering Light of a Heartbreak

Some of the items I kept from the same day ten years ago. Newspapers, hotel key from the Clarion @ LaGuardia, boarding pass from that flight from Cincinnati to NYC, the 9-11-01 notes page from my planner. The Manhattan skyline photographed just two and half weeks prior during a previous business trip to NYC.

The sky on the evening of September 10 2011, just past sunset over Calibogue Sound near Hilton Head Island, South Carolina.

Life indeed does go on. The sun continues to rise and set. It’s only how we see the light where the change takes place. In a way I’m happy that this ten year milestone is nearly over with so that we can get back to living in the gift of today. But there’s no doubt that a monumental shift occurred ten years ago. Each of us has his or her own way of trying to come to grips with what happened and managing the sorrow, guilt and pain of bearing witness to the unbearable. Perhaps that had something to do with why I dove headfirst back into the comforting, creative world of nature photography. It was there waiting for me all along. The artist is often cursed with the sensitive soul that opens beyond the breaking point and is often seen flying a bit too close to the sun. The blessing is that he or she always has available the medium for expressing what is felt within the heart. The universal pain of the global tragedy as well as the intimate pain of the personal struggle.

The mind will never succeed in compartmentalizing, categorizing and managing the mystery of why. It can only hope to become wise enough to be willing to simply take that which no longer makes sense within the realm of logical reasoning and hand it over to the heart and to a prayer within the lingering light of the end of another day. Hope prevails. Love is eternal. Victory had already been achieved a long, long time ago.