1. a remote or sparsely settled region : a barren or frontier region. 2. an ideal or imaginary place or region. 3. an illusory existence.

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In the Woods

One Foot In, One Foot Out

There is a feeling here, in this image. Just saying that spoils it a little for me, like telling someone a joke and then having to explain it. But I have been misunderstood too many times and maybe my risk-taking self, who only tries to appeal to those that don’t need the explanation, has become shy. Or maybe I should be brave and accept the position of being misunderstood with grace. Or maybe the best solution is a little of both, which I suspect is the truth, but it always feels like having one foot in this world and one foot out. But then again, I have come to identify that I enjoy that, dancing on the magical line between two worlds, but of course you see it, don’t you? You see it, because that is what this image is all about.

Often, for me, capturing images with my camera is like treasure hunting. Sometimes it is about documenting and that is fun too and has a valuable place, like history, but how much history can one generation hold? I think of that when I go to an old graveyard outside a little church, like the ones I grew up around back east. The tombstones are thin and weathered and the people buried there died in the late 1700’s and everyone who ever loved them has died too and everyone who has ever loved a person that loved them is also gone. Now, the best it can hope for, is to be a tomb of some historical interest, maybe to some descendents, who maybe wish they could crack open the secrets of the person gone, what they were like, who they were, or maybe it is just too much information in a world already bursting at the seams with information. But still, I think photographs that document have great value, only, with an expiration date.

When I treasure hunt, my eye does not see something just as it is, but as it could be if you sprinkle in a little imagination. This is not just a path in the forest. It is a pact made between the trees to grow together to form a tunnel, spawned by some sort of mysterious intelligence that only trees understand. As you walk down the path, the light becomes dark, the air cool, which causes you to notice your surroundings. Not just notice, but it infiltrates nearly every corner of your awareness, so that your separateness from the world, in the world, vanishes and all melds into One. Then you emerge from the tunnel into the sunlight and what awaits you there is so magnificent and magical that it has never before been able to be imagined. The feeling here is wonderment, one foot in this world and one foot out.

Do you see it too?




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  1. February 22, 2013

    Shssh. Your images speak volumes. No need verbally explain your visionary gifts, even if you grapple with them internally. Your practice has put you into the virtuoso seat. Bravo. Now let the images speak.

  2. Barbara #
    February 22, 2013

    Rich and complex. I have always loved finding places like this and feeling like I was walking in a magic forest……..

    • March 28, 2013

      Shalom could very well be. My parents magenad to raise me in a total atheist bubble. I really DID grow up with no faith, no need for faith, no realization that faith existed as an important factor for other people.All the Jewish holidays etc. were celebrated but as fun social things that had pretty stories in them you know, like the Greek and Norse mythologies have really pretty stories, and like all the fairy tales I like so much.I was taught that there are funny people in the world who believe in gods, and magic, and superstition, and such and we don’t mock them because it’s rude .but I really did grow up without feeling that I was non-religious. I just WAS. the culture I accumulated was about books, and history, and music, and pop culture, and had nothing to do with what other people thought about fairies.

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