It’s me. I’m the one. From a very young age, I was often the first kid to say…”But, why?”
As a child, this short but oft-repeated question wasn’t always a hit with the grown ups. It didn’t stop me from asking, sometimes even when I knew the answer would be met with resistance and threats of an early bedtime. As an adult, I more or less built a large part of my career with this question, urging emotionally troubled patients to ask this of themselves as often as possible.
Why? Why do I do this…or that? What motivates me? What fuels my desires and behaviors?
Reflecting on this further, having read some other photographers thoughts on photographing repeated themes, I once again find myself in the middle of that same question. But why? Why am I drawn, especially of late, to photographing as many barns and rural landscapes as I can possibly fit on a 4 gig card? What is the blessed attraction?
Corn bins are a favorite. Barns, large equipment, and (most especially), cows. Cows have been a favorite for years. I have stuffed cows that moo and walk, photos of cows, and a cow that jumps over the moon, which I used to hang in my play therapy office (for me, not the children—it flapped a set of wings when you pulled on the moon. Way cool.)
I have some suspicions, some self-analytical revelations of sorts. Photography, writing, art–all good modes of reflecting the self and what lies underneath.
Peeking is a good thing…underneath, that is. Sometimes, it will feel like scraping a sliver out from beneath a fingernail.
Once in a while, you’ll strike a vein of gold. But only if you’re willing to scrape just a little further underneath.