One Camera, One Lens 2015 (NYC, The South)
A gallery of recent personal work using my Leica M7 and the 50mm f/2.0 Summicron. The first 19 images were made using Kodak T-Max film. The remaining images were made on Ilford HP5. Development and scanning was done by Ilford Lab Direct.
Solitude, loss and rebirth. I think in many ways this trip was truly about those sentiments for me. I’m a firm believer that our lives make ‘circles’, we are drawn back to places again and again. Like loops of a string crossing one atop another, over and over, our lives separate out and meander through time. These crossings are the anchor points of who we were, and who we have become.
Some circles are large (taking decades between visits); others are small circles (a few months or a year between visits). On this trip I made some discoveries and I made it back (again) to places in my past, my young adulthood, the beginning of my career, my links to the American south, my oldest daughter’s family (granddaughter Lucy on the zip line).
I did feel alone, but not lonely, in that cypress swamp, and in the wind and rain along the gulf coast. I always feel a deep sense of loss standing by the graves of my parents (gone for more than a decade now, their passing still poignant).
But time moves the thread forward. Life tugs us on. So, watching those little smiling faces as they zipped by me I couldn’t help remembering the sunny days in Charlotte not so long ago when my daughter was that age.
And I felt young.
Special thanks to Alex Bernhardt, Bobby and Susan Weeks, Zach and Jossalyn, Chris, Miranda, Lucy and Corbin, Lavanda, Patrick and Anderson.
A picture is worth a thousand words. Email me directly if you're interested in the deeper story. I'll try to be brief.
Take care,
Dan
Read MoreSolitude, loss and rebirth. I think in many ways this trip was truly about those sentiments for me. I’m a firm believer that our lives make ‘circles’, we are drawn back to places again and again. Like loops of a string crossing one atop another, over and over, our lives separate out and meander through time. These crossings are the anchor points of who we were, and who we have become.
Some circles are large (taking decades between visits); others are small circles (a few months or a year between visits). On this trip I made some discoveries and I made it back (again) to places in my past, my young adulthood, the beginning of my career, my links to the American south, my oldest daughter’s family (granddaughter Lucy on the zip line).
I did feel alone, but not lonely, in that cypress swamp, and in the wind and rain along the gulf coast. I always feel a deep sense of loss standing by the graves of my parents (gone for more than a decade now, their passing still poignant).
But time moves the thread forward. Life tugs us on. So, watching those little smiling faces as they zipped by me I couldn’t help remembering the sunny days in Charlotte not so long ago when my daughter was that age.
And I felt young.
Special thanks to Alex Bernhardt, Bobby and Susan Weeks, Zach and Jossalyn, Chris, Miranda, Lucy and Corbin, Lavanda, Patrick and Anderson.
A picture is worth a thousand words. Email me directly if you're interested in the deeper story. I'll try to be brief.
Take care,
Dan
