My Soul's Echo

Passion is like wildfire it can spread through you coursing it's way endlessly. They say a photo can say a thousand words, but it's much more than that. Abandoned, left behind, and the strange it calls out like an echo to me, begging me to capture it's history. It might sound strange but when I look at a worn down place I see a story, what tales happened within it's walls? Then there's nature that always comes back to return what was left behind into the earth. A cycle of life waiting to be captured.

Photographs are moments caught and frozen in time immortalizing their capture. When I see places that have been abandoned I wonder, where there once little foot steps that ran down it's halls? Was there a love that lived there like no other? Was there happiness, pain, sorrow, and tragedy? I can only guess and grip the moment that my eyes are resting on, only to day dream of what was and what will be. Memories caught in place, loved ones passed away still here in a portrait, I wish I took more photos growing up catching those beautiful moments that seemed to vanish with each passing day, I wish I took more pictures of those I love who are no longer here, so that they could be immortalized into a setting of a time we had together. To live and learn is what I've come to understand, so with each snap a part of me that has seemed silenced for so long comes to life. It's art in it's own unique way, something that can never be taken away from me, a voice illustrated that no ears could know, a faint echo still beckoning me even when I close my eyes.

Pictures can have meanings, and bring out parts of us that have been hidden away. In the picture I took above is a coal plant, behind it is the sun setting representing the time that passes by, the plants ahead represent mother nature waiting to return the building back to earth, the wet ground showing that even with man kinds impact it can all be washed away, the river showing our lives flowing by as we work away. Now look at the picture again, what do you see now? Can you hear it speak, the way I do?

In the picture above I capture the sweetness of life and the sadness. Imagine walking barefoot on the tracks, holding your favorite fishing pole, you had just gone to your favorite spot and even went for a dip, your shoes got soaked so now you're carrying them, you come to where the tracks make a bridge and look around for a train. You decide to cross it but stop for a moment, looking over at your surroundings, thinking how long the walk back home is going to be, knowing very well you'll be glad to make the walk back again. Years go by, your an adult and time isn't how it was, everything has changed. One day you decide to visit back home, you look up and see the track, the memories flood back and you smile, but then you feel sad knowing it's gone. with only memories left. A thousand words, millions of stories, feelings, all floating through you by just looking at a scene, a place, a home, and it can all be captured. I will always watch for moments, places, and things, and I will always try to capture a scene worth more than just a thousand words. This is my voice, my echo, a calling driving me mad from the deepest depths of my soul, and I love it. I love being drove mad with the passion to do something, for if I'm going to meet my end one day I want to go down knowing I did all that I love. I will not view myself as any less for dreaming, I will never look at myself as unequal to others who chase the same calling, for we are all people chasing a dream.