Thursday, February 28, 2013

Temporal & Eternal

Certain landscapes can affect our souls in deeply profound ways. Monument Valley is one of those. Intense in form and surreal in color and vastness, it reminds me of what Carlos Castenada called “a separate reality”. Foreign to my normal sense of time and place, spending time in Monument Valley will cause you to view life differently.

It was during the winter solstice, an hour before dawn. Temps in the low teens and winds that were impressive to say the least. I wasn’t waiting for the sunrise, I wasn’t waiting for the perfect light, it was already here, I was just being here. I took a few exposures via cable release, quickly checked the histogram for confirmation and then bracketed a few more, and then, as the sun started to rise, the moment was over for me.

Much later, while driving the road to Kayenta, Led Zeppelins’ "The Battle of Evermore" was playing on the radio;

“The Queen of Light took her bow and then she turned to go
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom and walked the night alone
Oh, dance in the dark night, sing to the morning light
The Lord rides in force tonight, and time will tell us all”.

Robert Plant wrote the words to this song about the everlasting battle between night and day. I wonder if he ever visited this land of the Navajo.

Friday, February 1, 2013

The Loss of an Icon

 As Sandy roared through NJ and NY causing destruction and devastation in it’s wake, it also roared through Ocean City, NJ, knocking century-old summer cottages off their foundations, swamping the quaint downtown under 2 feet of floodwater, and gave the iconic 59th Street fishing pier its final blow.

In better days on the beach, I witnessed miles of the most perfect shell sand, white as snow, and clean. The waves gently lapping at the pier and the rocks.  Dunes, both man made and natural, held firm against the winds by the beach grass.  If you were lucky enough to be among the many people who made the pilgrimage to see the pier, (or the remains of it) you would expect to be part of a group of photographers. Pros and amateurs alike, even in the winter, would flock like seagulls, jockeying for position before sunrise to capture that perfect image. For me, the religious undertones were strong.

59th Street Pier

The Eagles Cross

All that remains

My trip here two weeks ago was a reaffirmation that mans' hand in this world will always be subject to the forces of nature.