There comes a time

I have enjoyed photography for most of my life.  It started in high school and still continues now as I transition into old age.  It was the camera that took me to places I never would have gone on my own.  If found myself surrounded with beautiful landscapes and interesting people along the way.  My many years spent in the darkroom was the most satisfying.  It was a quiet creative space where I was solely fixed on the process of making a fine print.  The hours there were rewarding and I miss the darkroom time and that special space that was in my life then.  As we transition through the various stages of our lives we can always get a glimpse of the road up ahead of us by seeing the patterns in the lives of others around.  We experience bench marks in life such as graduations, marriage, work, and retirement. As we begin to near old age it is more difficult to gage the changes coming up ahead us. It has always been a bit of mystery to me why I have such a desire to constancy create.  I find that I am not completely satisfied when not in the pursuit of something new and interesting.  It is a restless desire that rarely takes the time to reflect on the accomplishments gained over time.  The clock ticks louder now and I am aware that ambition and desire fades with age.  As I move into this stage of my life I will pursue my passion with the intensity as before but with some of the limitations age brings.  I made this image recently on a hot Florida afternoon.  The sun and the heat are brutal during the summer months but the clouds and the sky are the best at that time of year.  I stayed out in my kayak for a number of hours to find this group of trees that inspired me.  As I returned to my truck I was dehydrated and sore from the hours spent in my small boat, but the experience of being out there on the water pursuing my dream was well worth it.