I have been a truck driver for many years now and have traveled to all the 48 contiguous states many times. From the loneliest stretches of highway in Arizona, to the breathtaking mountain ranges of Wyoming. From the red rocks of Utah, to some of the largest cities in the country. I have seen a lot in the thousands of miles I have driven, and I have many photos to trigger my memory of places seen and highways driven. My only regret is that I never really had time to stop and enjoy what I was seeing. Just snapshots they are, captured moments in my life that caused me to feel so small in the grand scheme of things.
One of the few times I was able to stop for a spell, relinquish my grip on the wheel to simply stand and gaze at what nature has blessed us with was this moment pictured below.
This picture is not even that great. No defined composition, poorly focused and too grand in it’s scale. Yet when I look at it I am immediately transported back to that day in Wyoming. I took this picture with a simple Kodak digital at the back of a rest area on the highway. I was so taken by the moment that I walked my dog all the way down to the grassy pasture you see in the distance. You don’t see the scale of this picture due to my inexperience and the simple equipment, but that field took me 35 minutes to reach. So deep into the moment was I that I failed to take anymore pictures while standing in the tall grass! That moment is etched in my mind and I will take it to my grave. I still feel emotional looking at it all these years later.
That is what photography is to me. A moment in life captured forever to relive over and over again. I’ve taken thousands more since then, my skills have improved, but yet I still have not stopped to live my life the way I want to.We all have dreams, some attainable and some not. I recently gave up on one dream because I realized I would never have the funds to live that lifestyle. I may have been looking right past what had been such a joy in my youth, setting my sights to high. I forgot about how it felt to be in the deep woods. My vacation this past July at Wadleigh Pond in the north woods of Maine brought back all those feelings and more.
I’ve reached a point in my life where my ideals and wants, needs and goals have all come together. I now know what I want to do when I grow up! (It only took 52 years!) My passion lives in the great outdoors. When I’m walking in the woods with a camera in my hands, all time seems to stop. When the only sound I hear comes from nature not man, the only light from the sun not a lamp, that is the moment I feel at ease.