On Monday I stopped in Forest Park between errands, and it was so beautiful that I went home for my camera. With the temperature hovering around twenty degrees and a stiff breeze, I had to alternate between warming my hand, warming the camera batteries, and trying to take photos without having the camera drop from my frozen fingers. I ended up with an expansion of my collection of “miniature landscapes” in which the act of looking down becomes a means by which to seek or to create a meditative space.
Christine keeps busy with the camera, Florence loves the water, and I can't stop collecting
Yesterday we returned to our home after our annual trip to the east coast. We relaxed for a week at the beach in NC before heading to the woods in SC. We look forward to these trips as an opportunity to catch up with our family, but they are also one of the most inspirational and productive times of the year for us. Christine has been pursuing documentary photography projects at both locations for the last six years, and the project in SC is one where we collaborate. More on that later.
I have included four images of some of my inspirations from the trip. This year I was really taken by the worm-eaten remnants of shells, which have many of the characteristics of Chinese scholar’s rocks in miniature. I settled for photographs in most cases, as I am trying to be increasingly selective about what I drag back to my studio. I was also able to dig up some nice additions to my rock collection from the fill dirt around my parent’s property. I am considering the purchase of a few tons next year just so that I can sort through it for treasures. There are always potholes on the lane that need filling, after all.