Shoot the same shot twice and it’ll never be the same. No matter how hard you try this truth will hold. One of the great rewards of making photographs is the differences, both subtle and great, that arise between exposures. Tactical changes take these differences even further. This brings powerful creativity to the photographer, affording all kinds of wonder and discovery throughout the process.
Cedar Run Dock Road Photographs
Here's my complete archive of Cedar Run Dock Road photography. Jutting southeastward the meandering Dock Road features 360 degrees of salt marsh views. Serene and expansive it has for decades been a favorite diversion only minutes from my house. In recent years it's become my most frequented spot for making sunset photographs. Some of my favorite Dock Rod shots include A Marsh Life, Still the Sirens Call, and The path before me.
Feels like an age since I’ve made eyes with a proper winter scene on the salt marsh. Almost forgot how profoundly calming it can be, even with biting temperatures further sharpened by wind. Let this be the start of a great year of winter photography for southern New Jersey!
What do me make of familiar places contradictorily feeling so foreign and so remote? What aspect of psyche brings this duality to bear? It’s like the discomfort in our own shoes writ large onto geography. It is but land. Nothing more; nothing less. So why do we give it so much power?
Nothing wrong with going back to the familiar. Returning to what works. Finding comfort in the things we know best. While I’ve been dabbling with panning motion blur in my landscape photographs, I took a moment earlier this week to remember my roots. Tack sharp salt marsh photographs at sunset. Now if you’ll indulge me…
What happens when area mean with camera meets sci-fi meets video games? Well, Samus Aran shinesparking across the sunset sky is what apparently. I’ve been doing a fair amount of pan shot motion blur photography of late, and this has coincided with Metroid Dread launching, and well, now I seem to see Samus everywhere I turn. Seriously, she’s such a bad ass, and I love this shot.
The distance between insufferable isolation and serene solitude is near indistinguishable. It’s as if both states coexist as two layers laid atop each other. It’s a parallel world of contentedness vs. suffering. We must be cautious when decided someone’s loneliness for them, for we may never know if they are roiling or at peace. Therefore we would do well to always choose kindness and compassion.
It’s been hard to relax these past few years. No one needs me to cite the manifold reasons why. More important is we stay humble and open, and apply ourselves to finding peace wherever we can. This is how we overcome together. So be kind and gentle—and let’s go Yanks!
2021, you win. I am burnt out. The stressors of life are closing in like a vice, and escape seems more an impossibility than some far off thing that will come eventually. I am tapped out and in serious need of a break.
Is the call coming back? Has the voice imploring me to return to making photographs grown louder and more urgent in recent weeks? Can I find inspiration and growth in making photographs once again? Is there more waiting for me in this space? I hope so, and I think so.
Displeased to report photography has been something of a chore these past few months. Here’s hoping there’s a chance to rediscover some of the magical respite I have benefited from these past 10 years.