|FIRETRUCK AT SAMOA, 2010|
I think that some of us value our past endeavors enough so that we become part of the type of historical groups that reflect our earlier lives or dreams. I am certain that those WWII bombers still fly because of the passion of those whose intent was to preserve the aircraft. I associate with a group that maintains old railroad artifacts, rolling stock and buildings. Those folks invest a lot of time and energy into the maintenance and restoration of their railroad related relics.
I am pondering the notion that my participation with these artifacts somehow bring to life a somewhat idealized concept of my youth and my dreams of my youth. When I photograph historic buildings, structures, aircraft, and heavy equipment I do experience a sort of time travel. I place my attention on a subject that in some manner takes me back in time to the haunts and desires of my youthful years. In essence I build a shrine to my dreams, visions, history, and adventures each time I complete a photograph, and exhibit it in a gallery.
I think it goes beyond "living in my past". I think too that I am validating who it is that I have become. Yes, my history includes the fact that I worked on the railroad, served in the army, raised a family, built a house and so on, but it also reflects who it is that I am now. I take the common thread that runs through my story. I almost always photographed in the style that I photograph today. It is with that thread of photography that I may tell my story. I acknowledge that that is what I am doing. I am sharing my passions, and my story as best as I can through my photographs.