Three Visions
These three photos were all taken on the same day, within an hour of each other so the light was pretty consistent. Same camera. Same film. A walk around my hometown, where I think I’ve seen all there is to see. I am persistent and take pictures even though I’m not sure any of them will be any good. I stay curious and open and willing to use film for practice.
In one photo the grass is soft, like a blanket laid out before the driftwood arch to Monroe Bay. The scene looks like an invitation. To a wedding, a celebration, a solemn promise to oneself or to another.
In the next photo the grass is crunchy. The small clump of zinnias hang on, persistent through the drought at summer’s end. Weeds intermix with blossoms. The fence line makes a harsh shadow across the grass and little stepping stones fight to maintain their place. The scene looks like survival.
In the last photo of the trio, the waves of the Potomac River lap at the shore. The sky is changing with clouds rolling in and the hope of rain to come. The sea grass leans into the wind. The scene looks like relief or some version of saving grace.