A flash and it is gone; memory and captured moments are all that are left. A story is being made, it is all we really are in the end. The faded photos of my relatives that sit in the basement, pitched in with haphazard care, haunt me. I can't look for to long. I close the plastic lid and escape for the present sun light, away from the ghosts.......
My wonderful friend Garith Curtis, sculpture and philosopher told me something that finally made sense of art. "People buy paintings, sculptures, and photos to hang on their wall to remind them of what is really important in life. It is a grounding point for most people." I think he is right and I think that that reason makes better sense than all the rest of the jibbery about the importance of art. We need a "grounding" for this modern world has up ended cultural gravity and has swept us into the atmosphere.
Christina and Jesse Hafen are my friends and kindred spirits on the road of stories and myth. I didn't know this until they hired me to photography their wedding last week end. There are times when I feel I stare into the vortex of the past as I look at the future. I see my photos in the eyes of my subject's grandchildren or grate grandchildren and I shiver knowing that what I am doing is a precious thing. It is sacred in the eyes of the future. My friends are beautiful. They shine in the light of loves combining power as a day spins around them, as only wedding days do. It is painted in golds and grays as it rains out side and glows with in the doors under tungsten lights. I feel everything in fast forward and I hold the images in my mind to keep me safe from vertigo. They walk hand and hand through the spinning globe and I fallow, saving each step to remind the future "that this life really an't so bad!!!!"
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