I can’t imagine a photographic world where I will not visit a cemetery, even though once at a class a self-absorbed Famous Photographer said we should “never” photograph them because there was “nothing new” to see. But part of growing as an artist is knowing what sorts of advice to ignore, so I grew greatly during that class and rejected not only that directive but many other things he pontificated about.
And so that’s how, a few years later, I found myself face-to-face with Jesus in northern New Mexico. I’m not sure what Jesus thought about it, but I was delighted.
Ranchos de Taos, New Mexico
I happened upon this metal-building cemetery chapel at just the right time of day.* The sun was slicing across the windows on the south side, reaching toward the ones on the east. For a metal building, it wasn’t all that bad.
* I could tell you that I carefully plotted my visit to get the sun angle. But you know I’d be lying, so why even take the effort, when I can just be upfront about it all. As my friend Andy always says, “…and it has the added benefit of being the truth.”
Don’t worry: I know this is in color. It had to be, even though is is a bit of a departure from my usual b+w work.
I’m trying to push myself artistically this year, in various ways. And one of those ways is to spend a little more time on color images. We’ll see how that goes, won’t we?