Sometimes we have an experience before us that is full of unknowns. We could be overcoming sorrow or pursuing a dream. I have had friends die, a marriage fail, changed careers, found love and become a father. My view of the world changed each time. Other Somewheres portrays this sort of experience as a journey into the wilderness, a kind of search for the promised land. The images are grouped into three parts, each one representing a stage of the experience.
Part 1. Borderlands: crossings, longings and finding the way
Part 2. The Realm: entering a new land
Part 3. Inner Courts: some things are settled
When I walk the city, I like to think about the journey. When you make photographs about living, they are not about the destination; they are about the moments along the way. The route is not always obvious. We may meander, get lost and find new ways. These photographs capture walking moments in three ways: as paths, walls and openings.
We may have just arrived, but the memories are already there.
There is an enchanted coordination within the details of the natural world.
I started taking violin lessons in third grade. I hated to practice, but my parents would insist that I play for at least half an hour each day. I took private lessons through the end of high school. Along the way, I had the privilege of playing in several orchestras. I never really appreciated playing in an orchestra. I wonder how I would feel about playing in one today.
In my pre-teen years, I was also part of a men and boys choir. I was among those boys, gathered in rows of robes, singing in crystal clear voices.
There is something really amazing about orchestras and choirs. Perhaps it's the large group of people, each with their own talents, textures, voices and parts. When they all move together, they create something wonderful, something larger and outside of themselves. For those few moments, the participants are together toward a common work. The process is invigorating. Everyone present is a participant, whether they are on the stage or in the audience.
This fascination has tumbled into an appropriation - at first subconscious and now intentional. I'm viewing nature and considering the orchestra. And, it feels appropriate. The little pieces are all working together.
There is a wonder in the world around us, a wonder that has been neglected and obscured. In the bustle of our lives, we have let that sense of wonder decay. We have become strangers with the notion of enchantment. To discover something enchanting is to take in, in a way that changes the very representation of the thing.
These photographs portray natural settings as more than what we expect them to be. They are a hope of things mystical and mysterious. If fairies existed, where would they be? They would be on the edge of a world that is breaking into ours. They would be among the miraculous that we take as mundane.
Perhaps by imagining, we can bring into existence what is already there, waiting for us to become re-enchanted.
"Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries"
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning