I’m not sure when I discovered the magic of
in between, a place you usually don’t aim to go
but a place you always end up.
But now that I know, I’m quick to launch
because the in between is where I’ll land.
And that makes me smile.
If journeys were a sentence and minutes the miles, the images in this collection are the commas, the pauses between journey’s beginnings and destination’s peace. This is the place and time just before light and life meet; where the magic happens. The best place…the in-between.
All images were found locally, in the suburban areas of DC, Maryland, and Virginia. Walking through forests, villages, city streets, meadows, and farms I’m seldom destination oriented. My rambling, random gait doesn’t readily support determined and planned photographic content. Rather, images often surprise me, suddenly appearing, offering themselves for me to enjoy and to memorialize with my camera’s sensor and as well as that “sensor” in my head. This immersive, creative process evolves slowly and although there are indeed “Ah Ha” moments, most images are initially difficult to see are slow to materialize and start as fleeting shadows. I wonder if what I am seeing is really for me, and then sometimes, gradually and finally, ‘Yes, that’s my image.’
Over the years I’ve found a place or time on my walks when the lighting and mood exudes the mood of “almost there.” Just around the corner. Just down the road. Just one more time. Each image here was carefully made, sometimes with the end in sight but usually not. Rather you can see destination hints from the bend of a path, the curve of a shadow, the speckled reflection of light.
Imagine. Almost there.