




I was lucky enough to take a quick trip to New Paltz to visit Peter and Lee weekend before last... I needed to hide in that little cabin in the woods for a moment. It was one of the times when the universe lines up in a strange series of events and you're left with your head spinning, simply knowing that you are exactly where you are supposed to be.


It's funny to me that I tried to take a picture to capture something about the moments I experienced touching the bark on a tree and allowing cold water in a stream to run over my hand.. To feel the tree, truly feel it, hold it, listen to silence with it, breathe upon it, was to experience it. not a photograph. And as for the water... to photograph water is to strip it of its being, more than almost anything else I can think of... to stop its fluidity and flow. I catch myself sometimes, trying to hold on to something by taking a picture of it. Can you truly be in a moment- feel it- be it, if you are taking a picture of it? Sometimes it feels like a silly human desperation to hold on to something before it inevitably changes.




peace. When we arrived at the lake, the fog made it impossible to see the other side. It was swallowed into a cloud, but we could still hear the voices of the families on the other side, laughing, shouting into the haze...
1 comment:
2nd to last frame. Beautiful.
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