JOURNAL
Striving to experience new landscapes by traveling far and near; rediscovering them when writing about them, with new eyes.
One Sun Over All of Them: Kingsley Plantation in Infrared
The same infrared light that renders these historic tabby slave cabins into silver reverie once fell on the enslaved and their owners. Kingsley Plantation, Fort George Island, Florida demands our witness. Rendered with Phase One Achromatic.
These Fragments I Have Shored: St. Augustine and Vilano in Ghostlier Demarcations of Infrared.
In a Florida summer, an infrared camera turns a Fort Mose boardwalk into a winter wonderland — foliage burning snow-bright, skies drained to black — a season that does not exist, built entirely from the heat at hand. This is a black-and-white infrared photo essay from St. Augustine and Vilano Beach, made with a Phase One IQ3 100MP Achromatic back on a Cambo WRS-1600 technical camera with a B+W 830 (093) infrared filter — a system that records deep near-infrared light no living eye can hold. Low tide clears a path to the ruins of the old Vilano Bridge — I call it St. Augustine's Parthenon. A modern bridge now sweeps across the Tolomato River, and on the shore beneath it a solitary figure keeps her vigil in a three-second long exposure. Back in the oldest city in the USA, the Medici-inspired stone lions of the Bridge of Lions keep watch over the Matanzas tide, and the Castillo de San Marcos stands stoic. It has endured by yielding, outlasting the concrete that cracks. Entropy is pervasive, and the photograph is a fragment shored against it.
Regrowth | Guana River Wildlife Management Area
Hiking in Guana River Wildlife Management Area, I came across charred tree-trunks and underbrush due to the controlled burn, underwater trail, new growth, and the reflections of colorful trees in the water. I was reminded of the poem by Phillip Larkin:
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
I used a Hasselblad CFVII 50C/907X with an XCD 30/3.5 to capture these images.
Of sunstars and reflections in the woods
The start of my first hike on this trail felt like inhabiting the famous scene of Akira Kurosawa's movie Rashomon, where the woodcutter walks through the woods. Instead of an axe on the shoulder – like Takashi Shimura (the woodcutter) – I walked carrying a sturdy tripod angled at 45 degrees over my left shoulder.