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Tree, barren
My trip to Santa Fe, New Mexico, last spring was just early enough to be before the trees were committed to the idea of warm weather, so they hadn’t leaf out quite yet. But that was fine with me, because this scene wouldn’t have been as interesting if it had had leaves instead of bare branches.
The Railyard
Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 3.21.2015
Pivot Point
The elevation at Clines Corners, New Mexico, is a little more than 7,000 feet, which is pretty high for a place that’s not even in the mountains. But on the broad plain north of town, it feels like you can touch the sky.
And on the day I was there, it seemed like the clouds were using that distant power pole as their pivot point.
near Clines Corners, New Mexico
photographed 3.21.2015
One hundred claws
The clouds made the first light of day thin and weak, an unexpected event in the desert. But even through that delicate light, the branches from a dead tree seemed formidable as they clawed against earth and sky. And photographers, too.
near Madrid, New Mexico
photographed 7.2.2014
Real Life Intrudes
At first this trail seemed like it was heading into a pristine wilderness.
But then, suddenly, it wasn’t.
Santa Fe National Forest, New Mexico
photographed 6.30.2014
Shot through
I almost never delete an image. (Yes, that does require a LOT of storage.)
But here’s a good example of why I hang on to them. I made this image nearly three and half years ago; I was trying to photograph the way the water from the lawn sprinklers looked in the sun; when I made the images, none of them came out the way I wanted them to. There is a very good chance this was because I wasn’t all that sure about what I was doing. But I kept them: you just never know.
And then I spotted this while I was looking at some older stuff. Now, let me be the first to say that this still isn’t quite what I wanted to get. But, in a way, it’s better that what I thought I was after. The way that water is shot across the image and the way it obscures some of the markers are things I didn’t notice when I made the image. Or any of the other times since then that I’ve looked at it. It took until now for my eye to see what’s been there all along.
And that’s why I don’t delete images: because I have slow eyes.
Weaverville Cemetery
Weaverville, California
photographed 8.3.2012
