In the town where I live, there's a street called Hairy Man Trail. In spite of its name (which is hilariously misleading, although I can imagine a Sasquatch sighting there), the street is beautiful, meandering under a canopy of trees as it follows the lines of Brushy Creek. It leads to the neighborhood where a few of my friends live, as well as to one of my favorite running trails, and I always look forward to the drive.
The area is under threat now, due to sinister development plans that have something to do with power lines. I have avoided reading too much about it, but a valiant and strong opposition has formed among the locals, and I have some degree of faith that the plans will be thwarted. But what will be will be. Progress marches. People move in, homes are built, power is needed. And meanwhile, there are the trees and water, who have watched the silent movement of time for longer than any of the local downs have existed.
The threat is what made me finally stop and photograph. I took my Crown Graphic with me on a recent run, and hauled it out for a second lot of exercise. After I filled several film holders with images of the trees, I shimmied through sharp branches down to the water. It was peaceful; I felt my heart singing with happiness.
As I stood there, enjoying the time for thought that large format affords me, it occurred to me how much more at home I felt next to that creek with my camera than I ever felt in so many years of living in huge cosmopolitan cities where you had to dress a certain way for lunch. That was my past life - one of them. Who knows how different the road under the trees looked during the time when I was agonizing over how to act at a fancy dinner. We live so many lives in the space of a lifetime, trying on different lifestyles like jeans in a department store. Some are too tight, so we feel bound and trapped; some are too loose, so we rattle around aimlessly. Maybe that's what maturity really means - when you finally reach the point where your life fits you.
The images here are all tri-x sheet film. I also blogged about this on 52 rolls, with the results of my paper negative contact prints from that day. You can read that here http://52rolls.net/2016/01/29/week-5-more-paper-negative-shenanigans/