Sitting in a camp chair near my apartment in the river valley in Fort Saskatchewan, Alberta, Canada, catching up on some work, enjoying the fire I so carefully crafted, I look into this twilight sky and realize something I never knew about myself: the photos I had taken – especially some recently – that had been among my favourites had been of that time when the sun is giving up its last light of day, transforming my spot on this earth into a palette of colours. THOSE COLOURS! Those amazing colours (blues, purples, oranges, greens and more) of the sky, land and sea have been no more illuminating to me than at twilight when a calm seems to overtake my space for what is only a fleeting moment.
Realizing something else about myself (only at the time of actually writing this right now) I am reminded that my favourite picture OF MYSELF is one of me standing on a pier at sunset overlooking the water on the Gulf side of Key Largo in 2014.
A rush of connections and old photos are coming into my head as I am struck by the obviousness of it, yet how completely and innocently hidden this choice has been for me. I’ve been trying to think of what to write and photograph for the blog I’d been planning to start for some time. Trying so hard simply didn’t work. Now it has come to me.
I am now, right at this moment, writing a TRUE preface to this adventure: one before the undertaking has even begun; before I know how long this journey will be; before I know how I will see it through; and before I can tell what the inspiration of twilight will lead me to write and perhaps even reveal to you (the reader and viewer) about the land, this earth and its peoples, my travels, and me.
And so it begins…