Landscape, light, and the long way around. A working archive of quiet places and the hours that make them.
Most photographs are made in the ten minutes when nothing appears to be happening.%%The lake at Banff is still at first light. Not calm — still. There is a difference, and the camera knows it.%%I have learned to arrive an hour early and leave the tripod in the car. The first frames are always wrong; they are the frames of someone who is still thinking about the road.%%What remains, when the thinking stops, is usually the photograph.
A working journal is not a diary. It is a list of places that asked to be returned to.%%Big Sur, October. The fog came in at four and left at nine, and in between the cliffs looked like they were being erased.%%Vermont, a year later. The maples turned late and all at once, as if someone had made a decision.%%The road is not the subject. The road is the excuse.
