The Connecticut Forest In Summer

Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green arms over the thirsty ground, converted open and naked spots into choice nooks, where was a deep and pleasant shade from which to look upon the wide prospect, steeped in sunshine, which lay stretched out beyond. The earth had donned her mantle of brightest green; and shed her richest perfumes abroad. It was the prime and vigor of the year; all things were glad and flourishing.
― Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist

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Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
― William Shakespeare, Shakespeare’s Sonnets

 

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I’ve always loved poetry and written words. Yet, I’ve always hated reading. Such a weird juxtaposition.

But when I am photographing personal projects, which is much of the landscape and nature work, it is almost always inspired by poetry, or with word plays and descriptives, in mind that I am trying to recreate in my photographs. I wish I was a better writer. Unfortunately I am sure that means I would have to be a better reader. I think photography has helped me in that function, even if I don’t demonstrate it well, since I often let the poet’s words speak along side my images instead of me feigning an attempt to bring the scene of my photos to life.

One of my new goals has been to figure out how to photograph in a way that you can hear, smell, feel, or trigger a sensory memory from the photo. Written words do such a beautiful and effective job of that. Anyone can take a picture, but not all pictures pull that sensory memory out of you. I don’t believe for one minute that ALL photos speak a thousand words. Why is that? How is that? It is a goal of mine to find the answer.

You read that passage from Charles Dickens and you are immediately in that place with heavy earth smells wafting in what I imagine to be a humid summer day. So many smells for your nose to decipher with everything full of life and in it’s prime. How can you make a photo tell the same story?

This summer’s heat has been relentless.

I take that back, not the heat, the humidity is really what has done me in. Connecticut has had a record of something like over 30+ days of 90 degree weather. Though the humidity is what has made it intolerable. I have felt like July and August has been some sort of never ending hell of no relief. But all of the sudden I open my eyes and realize the last week of August is upon us and I am going to blink and the leaves will have dropped from the trees.

Am I ready for winter? Never.

Summer’s lease is indeed too short once you realize it is nearly over.

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