Majestic Cypress Tree

I am fortunate to live in Florida and near a large lake that has numerous old growth bald cypress trees. These majestic trees have weathered hurricanes and lightning strikes but continue to grow in the lake over the many years. Sadly most cypress trees were harvested by the logging industry years ago, and they cut nearly every cypress tree that could be found. It is a valuable wood and I have seen some very beautiful tables made from huge slabs from a giant cypress trees that once stood tall in the swamps. I have a great affection for these trees because each one has it own unique character about it. Occasionally on hot days I will anchor my small boat in the shade of these trees and listen to the sounds of nature around me. They provide a secure nesting place for the Osprey and other birds native to the area. The Bald Cypress Tree is the only tree that losses it leaves for the entire winter in Florida. Winter time is when I usually prefer to photograph them, because without the leaves you can see the true character of the tree. This particular tree with it’s Spanish moss looks best in the summertime. I called it the guardian tree because of it’s strength and status it portrays .

Winter time and bare trees

I always enjoy photographing trees without leaves. To me a tree with just bare branches has more presence. Certaily tree with their fall corlors make for a beautiful photographs, but I find bare trees have more charactor and therefor a more interesting subject. I made this image during the winter months in Florida when the Bald Cypress trees loose their leaves.

"This image does nothing for me" was the reply - Recognition

    Visual artists are always in the pursuit of discovery and seeing the ordinary in a new way.  How we present our vision or interpretation of a subject to viewer has changed considerably in recent years.  Recognition for a visual artist is essential. How their work is received by the viewing public can impact the direction their work takes, but should it?  I have had a photographer friend for a number of years that I have shared new images with. We both have sent each other images over the years and try to give an honest critique.  I sent him this image recently and the only reply was " This image does nothing for me".  A bit harsh with no explanation.  This got me to thinking how important recognition is for a visual artist and how their work is displayed and viewed.  Back when I was a darkroom photographer I presented my work in the environment of galleries and museums.  There would be an opening night with a gala event.  It was a time to meet and talk with the patrons and visitors, and to gain some feedback about my work.  The direct contact and interaction with the viewers at these events was a meaningful source of recognition.  I rarely do these types of shows today. The galleries and museums have become less of a source in which to view artwork.  Today we work through social media displaying our work to the world on small cellphone screens. We may reach a larger audience but the recognition is superficial without the direct contact with the viewer.  Instagram and other platforms do not provide a space for true art appreciation. Chasing the likes and comments on these sites can have a negative influence on your work if you focus too much in that area. Social media may be a good place to share some recent images of a project, but it can never represent a body of work as when viewed in the setting of distinguished gallery.

My thoughts of the above image are that I like the mysterious environment I was in when making the photograph.  Sometimes we are more inspired by the setting we were in than the image we make of it.  There are things in this image that are distracting but other parts that represents the mysterious feel of the location.  I had a direct connection to the scene where my friend ( the viewer ) in his critique did not.

It is hard to take your own advice

I have been writing in this blog for a number of years. It has never received much attention as initially desired.  I question why I take the time to write things down and post it with one of my photographic images. Possibly I am writing to myself to express the things stirring in my life or to resovle some current issue. At the start I was hoping to inspire other creative people to engage in a dialog about things of mutual interest.  Sadly few comments were ever received but that has never been a real concern for me.  Occasionally I will read a few of my older post to look back on my creative ambitions and my thoughts at the time.  I find myself taking my own advice which is sometimes hard to do. We all have a weakness with staying committed to a purpose. If you write your thoughts down and revisit them years later you can determine how committed you were to your beliefs at the time. Taking your own advice can be hard. 

I made this image yesterday while out in the swamps here in Florida. I love the cypress tree and it's intriguing root system. I often find myself resting under the shade of the trees during the mid day heat.  The song of the Mockingbird over my head and the cry of the osprey circling high above is the music in nature. 

Wondering

  I am at a crossroads with my photography.  I have spent most of my life pursuing my passion.  I am now in my 70's and realize I have a huge inventory of fine arts prints.  I devoted forty years of working in the darkroom making exhibition prints ready for display in galleries.  As the years passed by I managed to make a thousand prints all archival processed and mounted. I had little awareness of the inventory I was creating because my drive to explore and photograph was insatiable.  As photography turned to digital I continue to produce new work and make more prints.  Recently I made an assessment of my inventory and decided to eliminate about half of all the images I have created so far in my lifetime.  Something that would have been unthinkable a few years ago now made sense.  I have found that you reach an age where you can see the end and with that realization you start to think differently.  Most of life is lived with the expectation of the future and mentally you are painting a picture in your mind of what that will look like.  Photography opened a world up to me that wouldn't have been there if I never picked up a camera in my youth.  Because of the camera I have traveled to destination I never would have gone. I have met people and made lifelong friends because of photography.  Photography also comes with the burden of long dry spells of the lack of feeling inspired, but still the desire is there to create that new image.

Mystic Waters

 Winter time can offer some new compostitions with the cypress trees.  I prefer photographing when the trees are bare because in my opinion it gives the trees more character.  The Bald Cypress is the only tree that completely loses it leaves for the entire winter.  Most other trees will drop their leaves as they are growing new ones.  I have made a lot of images of Cypress trees over the years and it seems there are always  new and interesting images to make with them as my subject.  Winter is also the time the Osprey start to construct their nest for mating season and in the early spring the tress are alive with the activity of the birds gathering food and feeding their young. 

In the Morning

                                             "In the morning when the moon is at it's rest
                                              You will find me at the time I love the best
                                              Watching rainbows play of sunlight
                                              Pools of water iced from cold nights"

                                                                              The Bee Gees

                                                           https://youtu.be/i8dMlfDtEe8

I was out early morning in my kayak on the last day of the 2018 year.  I always enjoy the transition form night to daylight.  Nature is quiet and just coming to life.  The stillness clears the mind and refreshes. 

Fisheating Creek

I was out photographing in the swamps this week at Fisheating Creek.  We have have a steady week of rain and the swamps are full of water.  I prefer to photograph in soft light to reduce the harsh shadows in these contrasty locations.  I made this image after 8 p.m. while it was the raining.  The mosquitoes were vicious and attacked every bit a exposed skin.  I covered up as much as possible but still fought them the entire time I was photographing.  The swamp is a magical place at this time of day.  It is quiet and eerie place to wonder around alone.  I cherish the time when I am out in nature exploring new a area and seeing the beauty of an unspoiled landscape.