I was recently on vacation back in my homeland (rural Kansas, south of Kansas City). There are many things that I love about where I grew up. We lived in one of three houses on our street when we first moved out to the country, surrounded by miles of gravel roads connecting farmlands and empty fields that seemed to go on forever. I was eight years old. There is something very romantic about growing up in the country. You feel like you have the run of the land... almost like you own it... your own little kingdom. Exploring the woods beyond the hill, navigating the river for miles beyond, chasing cows, skipping rocks, and finding a cave that we so creatively named "the rock" was all part exploring life "on our own", sort of a rite of passage, I guess. Smells of campfires and the summer rain are still so fresh in my mind after 20 some odd years, as are sights of thunderstorms, burning-red sunset skies, and fields that flashed all night long with a million soft, green, strobes from the tiny tails of fireflies. I mention all of this because after so many years of living in the city it was quite an inspiration to be back home again at the end of November. It was cold and everything had gone into its respective hibernation for the months of winter. The leaves had fallen, much of the grass had died, many of the birds had migrated, the crops had been harvested and their beds laid bare. Everything seemed so... still. There is something very sad about that, but there's also something beautiful. I think it has a lot to do with the anticipation of the spring. Just as there is a time for life, beautiful, green, new life, there is also a time for death and I believe that beauty can be seen in that just as well.
There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven. A time to give birth and a time to die; A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted. A time to kill and a time to heal; A time to tear down and a time to build up. A time to weep and a time to laugh; A time to mourn and a time to dance. A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones; A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing. A time to search and a time to give up as lost; A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to tear apart and a time to sew together; A time to be silent and a time to speak. A time to love and a time to hate; A time for war and a time for peace. (Ecc 3)
Enjoying the brief season of decay--the quiet, the cold, the solitude--while we wait for the rebirth of spring can be a cathartic and renewing experience. Okay, maybe I've gotten a little deep here, maybe not, but at any rate, thus was my inspiration to delve into some of the photographs taken during that week as well as the video that I shot during the same trip.
Below are some of my favorite photos from the shoot. You can find more on my website, here.