Intimacy With Nature

It's dark as you hit the snooze button one more time. Sunrise waits for no one. You roll out of your warm bed, fumble around in the dark for the clothes shoved into your pack, grab your gear and without looking in the mirror you walk out the door of your hotel.  Driving through the dark, a special spot in mind, crunching leaves under your feet, branches breaking, you arrive. You wait.  Watching light, watching movement, scanning for your perfect composition.  

As predictable as the sunrise is, there's nothing routine about the display of rays, color and light. Click click click.   Working in tandem with the crescendo of light, you become a part of the scene. Alone at that place, you make a memory with the landscape.  Etched in your memory, waiting for you to go home and bring it back to life: Waiting for you to relive the moment.  

Intimacy with nature is the essence of all great photographic work.  Being content to sit for days on end, having no control over the climate or the elements, you wait.  Nature has only One Master, and it's not humanity.  Perhaps that's what keeps us passionate.  We can't control the light, the movement, or the shadows.  Humbly, we wait, we watch and we receive.  

We fall in love with the familiar.  There's beauty in a place you know well; It's like coming home.  The compositions are old friends.  Yet each display of light, each birth of morning is new, different, inviting.  

We crave the unknown.  Places undiscovered, not yet brought to life through the lens.  Places all our own.  It's a different type of falling in love.  You fumble your way around.  You sit quietly and watch.  Taking your time, exploring angles.  Watching the magic of changing light.  New sounds, new scents, and the location will unfold for those who are willing to be its servant.  

This is the art of photography.  Falling endlessly in love with nature is where it all begins.