Back to My Roots
Most of you know me as an architectural and abstract photographer. You have been here with me as I have explored shadows, windows, reflections and “pie-in-the-sky” triangles. My love of geometry and line. The beauty of form and texture. The man-made and urban. Exploring the face of the city.
But I began my photography career with nature. With walks around my neighborhood. Capturing macros of flowers and weeds and seed pods. Leaves on the street. Snow and ice and frost. Dew and raindrops. All the wonders of nature, in every season, as found within the confines of my suburban life.
On this photo walk, after taking shots of the golden glowing windows above, I came to the corner of the building. It was bordered by an empty, weed-choked lot, surrounded by a rusting chain-link fence. The morning sunlight backlit the weeds and the windows glowed blue with reflected sky. And I couldn’t resist.
Couldn’t resist a nature shot. Something I haven’t taken in months.
And I thought about how I often put limits on myself, boxing myself in to a certain type of shot.
On the one hand, I like having a plan of action, a goal, for my daily shooting. I like having parameters to work within. It keeps me from being paralyzed by too many options.
But at the same time, as I looked upon this scene, I found my internal dialog going something like this: “You are an urban photographer. You don’t do nature anymore. Why are you spending time setting up shots like this?”
And then, I pressed the shutter anyway.
So here I am, back to my roots. Where it all began.
Thanks to my friend Susan, of Happy No Ears, who has demonstrated to me, time and time again, the beauty of golden light.