(Life Aware of Itself)
I don't talk to my house plants or play for them a Fiscella piano composition. That would presume an aging Philodendron can be reflective as an old man facing his end.
But as I wander through the quiet muse of a redwood grove or observe the blanket of canopy embracing an old bridge, I find myself sharing with them an awareness: That we are each of us a life possessed, one brief moment trailing in the sweep of infinite time and space.
These photographs, a work in progress, are about more than seeing a tree or a leaf. They are about seeing ourselves, in connection with the world around us. They are portraits; profiles of community, of family, of souls wrapped in the fleeting grace of being.
And I believe they are aware of that single moment they inhabit, as we, too, should be. And that in each of these images there exists
a willfulness of being - a life aware of itself.
Look for it. You'll see.
At the Meadow’s Edge - Infrared Film
Guardians of the Deep
Hidden and Hiding - Infrared Film
Redwoods at Home - Infrared Film
Begin Where You Are
Willow Weeping
Into the Forest
Final Resting Place - Infrared Film
Footprint
Canopy Embrace
Reaching
Letting Go
Requiem in the Glade - Infrared Film