Next Chapter : Fleeting Red

“I begin with an idea and then it becomes something else.” - Pablo Picasso

Days grow shorter with each passing autumn day.   I focus myself to photograph within the span of available light, with the energy and fervor of a squirrel preparing for hibernation. This is especially true at sunrise and sunset, when the light suspends itself on the horizon—casting a distinct, magic light upon everything it touches. Within these electric moments, my imagination runs wild. I explore the light in new ways. The results are never what I expect.  Sometimes, the moments are cut short by clouds or objects, and I am left standing in darkness. Sometimes the light seems to linger longer than it should, fire in the sky, perhaps placed there just for me.

On a particular autumn evening in 2011, I set out to explore the colors along the shore of a lake in Yellowstone National Park. I began to lose myself within the viewfinder.  The fading light, the vibrant hues…these things took over … the scene gave way to an aesthetic defined more by abstract colors and shapes. Suddenly these graphics came to life within the negative space, as if the colors and shapes were beginning to take flight. For the better part of ten minutes, my perception floated in and out of reality, until the moment disappeared with the light. Diversions such as these fuel my passion for making photographs within the unpredictable autumn.   I can never guess what happens within these moments, but I am never disappointed when I explore the light and yield to imagination.