Notes to Self. On the Edge of Speed

 

One water skier. One turn. And Pineview reservoir was transformed into silver light and motion.

I was recently asked , “Did you suddenly jumped into sports photography?”

Strangely, I had never thought of these photographs that way.  I photographed the water skier the same way I photograph birds in flight — following movement, rhythm, and light.

To me, a skier gliding across the reservoir looked surprisingly similar to a big black bird skimming over water.

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Birds, birds, always birds...  Sometimes I am seized by the fear that one day I may no longer be able to photograph them. 

I think often of a photographer from New York who once wrote in his blog that ever since his surgery, he lives with the thought that a day may come when he will no longer wander the streets of the Big Apple with a camera in hand, capturing its restless life.

Perhaps every photographer carries this fear somewhere inside — the fear of losing not just the ability to photograph, but the freedom to keep searching, observing, and being moved by the world.