seasons

The seeds of new panoramic essays…

Governor’s Island, New York. August 2012. 

shorelines… Gulf and Atlantic. 

“Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries- stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region”

 - Herman  Melville, Moby Dick

AMSTERDAM 5/79 HORIZONT is scrawled in lovely chicken scratch across the yellowing onion skin sleeve of negatives…

All I know about these photographs is that four years before I was born my dad was touring Amsterdam with a lady and a Russian camera. 

Like father like son is the cliche. Is it true? I have a penchant for making panoramic images. Can something like that be passed down through DNA? The base desire to grab the whole scene as your eyes take it in, the entirety of what this wild world offers up.

I can’t know that. It’s something that science won’t be able to extract from me. I just have to follow my intuition and be content in the knowledge that before I was even an idea, beautiful photographs were being taken by a person who is now a piece of me. 

I have more of these old sleeves that I’ll share every once and awhile on here. Look out for that and see my dad’s other images here.