You know, like many people who like to call themselves artists (and we photographers should all be proud to use the term!), I always have had dreams of freedom, living free and surviving under my own steam as it were, unshackled by laws of mankind, aside of those I make myself.
And having undertaken several hiking trips here in BC, and having found areas that have never been visited by anyone apart from the animals of that area, I can now understand that the life I am talking about can be had, but for how long I can’t say, as man has this annoying propensity for labelling everything, fencing everything, making laws that prohibit free-thinkers etc, and soon, maybe every place that is yet untouched will become caged in, fenced, like the rest of the planet. Maybe we should get out there and enjoy those places before they are gone.
I have always loved Nature, in particular it’s weather. I always relish the days when it rains….the simple pleasure of standing in a rainstorm brings me down to earth, makes me feel I am not just a number, a worker, a citizen of this city or any other place where I may be living; it makes me feel that I am part of the place, not just of it.
And of course, that experience is the essence of my first photos….just plain sunlight hitting the clouds or rain, or the moonlight on water….light which to my mind is very special indeed, having travelled millions of miles to strike the surface of my camera lens, pass through it, and record itself onto my film.
The very scene I capture in my shots. I think that’s real magic, don’t you?