Life is an abstraction
Lived between the values of black and white
Softly … vividly … extremely
In gradations of gray
But memories are collected
In the nuance of color
Between the depths of suicidal depression
To the euphoria of loves’ tectonic orgasms
The whys of divorce at the age of 74
Are lost in the darkness of expectation
Lost in radiant shades of love’s experience
There are no answers
When it’s over
He’s the son of a Baptist minister, and a nurse mother. He’s a veteran of the U.S. Army having served in Germany during the Cold War. He’s the father of a beautiful daughter, and he’s a soon-to-be grandfather. He’s a genuinely nice man and my friend.
Throughout most of my career, I took pictures of products, processes and places, but I began this job shooting weddings and portraits. Every now and again I feel the compulsion to create photographs of people. Darrin was an available and agreeable subject. I hope my portrait of him does justice.
…the fence blocks socialization, the tree doesn’t participate in any kind of conversation; I can only guess at its stories, its past, who visited before, the pain it must have felt when the fence was nailed to its side.
Isolation – it’s a bitch. In my next life, please, don’t let me be a tree.