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Dedicated to
the Taylor Family of Mill Valley, California -- Joe, Judy, Stephen,
Julie, Joan, Pernod and Koolibah -- my second family during the summers of 1961-2 and,
in spirit, ever since.
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Perhaps the greatest inducement, for me, in adopting
photography as a compelling avocation, was the desire to capture the
spirit of the American landscape as I, crisscrossing much of it many times
in my younger days, perceived it, before it underwent too many changes in
the name of "progress."
As with many other subjects, my
definition of landscapes is rather broad and includes what I term
seascapes and even skyscapes. Yet, within a stricter interpretation of
landscapes, I find my preference is for what I term
"farmscapes," that is, landscapes where man interacts with
nature, primarily in pursuit of agricultural produce. For me, there is
something satisfying about successfully capturing man's efforts to work in
harmony with nature.
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Although essentially a
documentarian in my photographic efforts, I confess an inner compulsion to
capture the universal within the particular. However, I have found that
the wider the view, the more difficulty in expressing its universality
successfully. Instead, the narrower aspects of nature, as in the more
local and particular, such as still lifes and portraits, have succeeded
better for me in this regard.
Consequently, in retrospect, a
shortcoming of my photography has been a dearth of success in my original
objective of capturing landscapes. This is particularly ironic for me, as
making portraits, initially an unintended and under appreciated objective,
became more rewarding at the same time landscapes became increasingly
frustrating.
So, although I have little to show
for my years of pursuing landscapes, I trudge happily along. In the
meantime, let "Laura Timmins" and Louis Philippe express
verbally what I strive to achieve photographically.
"How
green they are, the fields. It's like they're dreaming in
the sunshine, waiting for a future they know
nothing of.
Perhaps we were all
like those fields, dreaming in the
sunshine, waiting for a future we knew nothing
of."
(From Episode 5 of Lark
Rise to Candleford by Bill Gallagher,
2008; based on Flora Thompson's writings with the
same title.)
A landscape cannot be
beautiful where there are only trees.
Only a blend of meadows, tilled fields, and human
dwellings
composes a truly pleasant countryside that charms
the eye.
Louis Philippe, Duc
d'Orleans, future King of France
Diary
of My Travels in America, 26 April 1797
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