Someone recently said to me as a person ages they either get harder or softer.
I believe I’ve softened, toward myself, toward the world. It’s easier that way. In zen it’s called the soft mind, the bending mind, a fluid way of moving through life. Accepting that we are all exactly where we need to be.
My photography has been documentary. I’m a photojournalist and love faces and action. I like to photograph people working or doing something they love. Making jewelry, digging a garden. Dancing. I like to move. Landscapes and sunsets seemed sentimental to me. Not interesting.
But something changed. I wake up early now and these high desert morning skies will not be ignored. The clouds, the sun rising over the bare mountains, stark against the horizon. The wild crimsons, and clouds hovering like dragons over the town.
For three years now, I’ve been photographing the skies here using my Canon Rebel SLR. Sunrises mostly, but I also like the contrast of clouds against a blue sky. But something about the mornings here soften me.