PASSING TREES AT 60MPH
My aim as a photographer is to chronicle what I see as the truth when I open the shutter, and if I do that in a way that others can relate to, I feel I’ve done my job. I do not claim to be expressing or possessing any cutting edge ideas or skills, nor do I claim that my photography is particularly exciting.
The man in the picture saw me with my camera. He looked directly at me from over fifty feet away, seemed momentarily disturbed, and then settled back into his fishing, as if he were the only person in the world.
It makes me sad to think of how many people don't know how to enjoy real solitude. The old man was not lonely. Well, I can't presume to know exactly how he felt on that day, but his face said that he was at peace. He didn't have someone to talk to. He didn't have music to listen to, and he didn't have a book to read, to take his mind off of other things. Only his thoughts and his fish, and I don't think they had much to say.