The Big Storm approached and we watched all the updates and it passed below us up here with nary a flake fallen. Everyone here drives sturdy machines capable of all-terrain conditions so weather is little challenge. The house was quiet, the light slow to take form and the atmosphere thick with anticipation of the unmaterialized monster.
In the deliberate choices the photographer makes, the image can become a document of seeming distant history. It is always history, already having happened the moment the photographer’s camera catches the light and the viewer blinks. But how wide open it is to interpretation! My double image can be the site of the massacre of members of the French Resistance in Breton in 1940 or the campsite of the Mormons as they left Palmyra or even where mammoth bones were found yesterday morning in Columbia Country, New York. The label will alter the viewer’s eye.
I continue to be surprised by the wealth of potential in the limited space around my rental here in Claverack. I search, trying to find home and along the way see visual treasures in the small unnoticed events of the Earth and those who live on it.
Thunder storms in late afternoon with lightning and wild skies lead to a magnificent sunset. The chaos in the weather is matched only by that in society. In the studio it was a productive day.
The sun goes down in mid-afternoon and by 3:30 yesterday it was creating strong darks and lights, a visual pleasure at the waning of a winter day.