I have been photographing since I was given a Kodak Brownie camera sometime in the 1950’s. My mother had a fascination with photographing and had many albums of black and white pictures dating back to 1900. These albums of family and friends left powerful images with me of her life growing up in South Dakota.
The power of capturing a moment in time took on new meaning for me when in college I was introduced to Edward Weston, Brett Weston, Minor White, Ansel Adams and Eliot Porter. These photographers and many others helped to bring photography into the spotlight as Fine Art. Their photographs showed me a vision of light and dark that I hold in my mind’s eye today.
When I photograph, like so many, I reach for the stars…those visual bursts of light and beauty that all too often are staring me in the eye. Slow down, listen. What is the essence…what is calling to be seen? What is the correct technique, again?
Photographing is so absorbing. It holds me in the present moment, a sacred space that stretches my patience and insight…encouraging me to try and capture the visual bursts of light and beauty that have called me to look in the first place.
Hopefully, I have some success!