This photograph was taken a few summers ago in North Carolina. The afternoon presented a small break in the rain that had been falling consistently for nearly a week, and so we put on our boots and braved the trails that were muddy in parts and wholly impassable in others. The green of the forest was indescribable. Everything glowed with a vibrant verdigris, especially the moss that grew on the rocks and the fallen trees.
This patch of moss was unique, insofar as it hung from the rocks instead of clinging to them. Perhaps the moss just followed the water that always trickled down from the mountaintops during the summer rains. Certainly the water had enough nutrients for any living thing to subsist. The bright, almost neon, chartreuse was stunning. When I got back to the cabin, the rain having begun to fall again, I was somewhat morose. I am not sure if it was because our hike was cut short, or because I was stuck inside once again, when all I wanted to do was walk around with my camera and capture the beauty of Western North Carolina.
Whatever the reason, my displeasure at the situation made this photograph monochrome. I am sure that I have the original on a hard drive somewhere, but I have come to know this photograph as black and white. When it cycles through the slideshow in my office, it is monochrome, and it reminds me of my grumpiness that day.
Photographs are queer like that, I suppose. They capture a moment, but the moment is so much greater than what actually registers on the sensor as a photograph. For me, the act of taking a photograph is a holistic experience. When I look at a shot I took, I remember where I was and how I felt about the shot when I took it and when I edited it. Some memories have been lost along the way, but the important ones persist. Even the thought of that rainy July day four years ago has stayed with me. If I ever begin to lose my memory, my photography will become all that much more important.
My photography is a record of my journey through the last ten years of my life, a journey that was filled with tempest and the afterglow of a rainy afternoon, when everything appears that much more green after the rain has passed.
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