Old bridge ruins, Yadkin River
Ever go through up and down mood swings with your photography–boy I do! I sometimes mistakenly believe my intellectual, emotional and creative levels should remain constant when in fact they’re forever changing.
Nothing stands still. Take the scene in this photograph for example. There’s the stone column standing on the waters edge that’s the last remaining testimony of an older bridge now replaced and gone. One day this column too shall be washed away. There’s the water of the river, now somewhere far downstream, perhaps in a lake, a reservoir, a city water system or even the Atlantic Ocean. These leaves, a little less green now and by winter they will all be gone.
This exact photographic moment will never exist again, can never be exactly recreated–so it is with all photographs and so it is too with the photographer.
I’m learning to accept there’s moments of melancholy, of being unsure about what is yet to come. I’m learning to take advantage of these “down moments” to refocus on my personal vision and the positive things I want to guide me.
This is important, for change, like movement, isn’t predestined to always be forward.