Sunday, August 4, 2013
How do you blog about something that you can’t really describe; a place that is so understated that all of your appreciations fall on the most minimal little scenes? There is no way to really share with you what I saw in Mexico back in May. I’ve decided.
It was a long stay in a small town. I spent a lot of time wandering and sitting quietly. Nothing else to it. A little food for lunch, a cold Coke in the afternoon. The beach in the evening, a showy Pacific sunset. Repeat. When you spend plenty of days in one place, without distractions, you can really connect with the ordinary. And then you can see that, honestly, it’s all very special. So I photographed that. Little, very special things. Dozens and dozens of frames, all of them so simple. And I love these photos. They put me right back on the sidewalk or beach or trail where I found them. Everything was blooming, fresh, overgrown, sandy. I felt great. I felt lucky and strong and so appreciative of the chance to wander alone. Those feelings are tethered to these photos so I can’t adequately describe what it is you’re really looking at. I know that the pile of pictures I have from this trip won’t mean more to anyone than they do to me. And so it goes for the photographer. Not every image I take will resonate with you. But they all resonate with me and I feel happy about that.
There’s a lesson here too: respect the heart in the art people make. Even if it’s bad or you just don’t get it (like me, most of the time) at least we can assume that they love it for a reason.