We start out running to explore our world, chafing against any hint of restraint. We learn, grow, have productive lives and raise children who then run further on in front of us. We begin to pace ourselves, conserving as best we can for the future.
Regardless of how deep the shadows become we strive to push ahead. Some see wisdom in our determination to continue forward. Maybe we are just too stubborn to quit.
Something you often hear is that photographers are voyeurs peeping into places where they don’t belong. That perception is not entirely untrue. We do look into places that other people avoid. Photographers are curious to see and capture what is around them. That is part and parcel to being a photographer.
I am always curious to discover unique scenes. My finished photographs are interpretations that generally differ from the raw source images. It is highly likely that someone will view any photograph I make as a misrepresentation of reality. That is a consequence of the common belief that photographs capture truth rather than light and shadow. Capturing a fraction of a second in time will always be out of step with the human eye in some way.
The images of the musician and ranch house share a common frame of reference. They were both captured from outside a building looking into interior space. Both are biased by my detached point of view and approach to the subject. I have no idea what the musician was playing because I could not hear the music. I also have no knowledge of the lives lived within the abandoned farm house. They are literally moments in time that strike a visual and emotional chord for me. They are interpretations of the subjects that were in front of my camera. Another photographer will interpret these scenes differently.
She dances alone in the Mercado accompanied by Elvis on his cardboard guitar. Crowds gather to watch as she glides through space with supple elegance. The music exists for her alone. It must be beautiful to inspire such grace.