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It’s All About the Journey
“The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, not worry about the future, or anticipate troubles, but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly.”

This quote attributed to Buddha immediately resonated with me because the idea of appreciating the present is central to this series. So often, a preoccupation with the past, or anticipation of the future, overshadows an enjoyment of our surroundings in the moment. Ironically, photography contributes to this dilemma, because once a shot is taken it becomes a moment frozen in time and thus is time past. Or, in developing a series, time is spent reviewing work and thinking about future shots. 

The present exists in that fleeting moment between sighting the subject and pressing the shutter. It is a transitory moment, which is instantaneous and intuitive. It is a moment that is spent observing two doves on wet steps, or the gentle undulation of a curtain in a soft breeze. It is a moment that is made extraordinary by the play of sunlight and shadows, or the dance of reflections in the aftermath of rain. The present is often only a pause between past and future, but hopefully this series conveys something of the wonder and intensity of that moment.

Remembrance of Things Past
The sound of the crow in the context of one landscape is just a sound, and in another it is the trigger for imagination and memory. I gave little thought to this notion until the death of my parents. With their death, I felt disconnected from the land of my birth, having lived over half my life in another country. Only then did I begin to understand the significance of my homeland, and how with each visit “home” I would eagerly anticipate my first glimpse of the countryside and then would feel that all was right with the world.

This land carries within it natural and manmade references that are rich and evocative: The worn stones of steps, buildings, and graveyards that speak of history spanning centuries; the perfusion of blossom in the Spring; the exquisite light in late Autumn shaping the land and inspiring untold poets and painters; the old and venerable trees that have offered shade and beauty to successive generations. These are some of the visual cues that give me an emotional connection to the land of my birth. It is a land steeped in the history of all those who have gone before me. I hope in this series I convey something of this feeling.