These photographs were inspired in part by my mother-in-law who, on a fall foliage trip to New England, photographed autumn landscapes from the window of her mini-van at highway speed. My father-in-law, always intent on his destination, only stops for the direst emergencies. Photography and fall landscapes do not qualify.
Most of us, including myself, are a lot like my in-laws. We acknowledge the beauty and uniqueness of light, color, land, place, and the local. But we’re in a hurry to get somewhere.
Photography, like a speeding vehicle, changes and informs the way we see things. When the two are combined, moving half-glimpses are frozen and may be examined retrospectively as a sort of vivid dream. Dreams represent a way of knowing and often prove insightful, as do photographs. Both may inform our waking and cause us to pause.