I usually walk around the pond. Today, I wanted to walk around the island. I had made plans to walk with a friend—until the headache struck. It finally let go in the afternoon, and after going to the bank and doing errands, I stopped at the state park to walk. Of course, I took the camera with me.
Contemplative photography practices are designed to help us pay attention to what’s in front of us. But I’m a long-time English teacher, so there’s an element of “interpretation,” if you will, with any photograph. Freeman Patterson talks about this some in his book Photography and the Art of Seeing. There is an element of emotional response in the scene and the photograph.
I have to confess that I am an introvert (albeit a somewhat extroverted introvert at times). I enjoy those solitary walks, and this afternoon was no different. I think sometimes, my images pick up on this feeling of solitude.
A solitary leaf.
A secluded cove.
An old chimney and a vine growing between the cracks.
They may be solitary things, but they are full of promise.