Facades. What They Taught Me

Not long ago, I tried photographing buildings for the first time and discovered I had a real talent… for failing spectacularly.

The buildings refused to speak to me—they stood smirking, stubborn, offering nothing. Still, their facades ended up teaching me a few unexpected lessons.

One of those lessons was that the best camera is simply the one you have in your hands—the one whose limits you’ve learned and whose strengths you know how to gently push.

The photographs that find us come from our connection to what’s in front of the lens, from patience, and from a willingness to see things as they are—no more, no less.  

And in the end, it’s failure that teaches us the most.

Generally, life is good.

 

25th Street

 

My favorite photographer, Jay Maisel, once said that pictures are everywhere—if only you keep your mind and eyes open.

I’m not sure I managed that fully while walking along our only main street, yet something still caught my attention—the way the light touched the old facades, the quiet rhythm of the place.

Generally, life is good.

Notes to Self. Rural Northern Utah

 

Arriving at the North Arm Wildlife Trail, I found a closed gate and a warning that the trail would be closed for several years. This meant that I would not see the Osprey family for a very long time.

Not knowing what to do, I put my telephoto lens on my shoulder and set off along the road where my eyes led and soon I found myself in a small rural town of Eden by the General Store that was built in 1881.  

The store once had an old dance hall on the upper level and a post office on the first floor.

In August 1925, the SunnyField Cannery was opened and went into operation with sixty three people were peeling and canning tomatoes.

My latest discovery was the old green street clock that was built in 1865.  I didn't see for a very long time the clocks like this one and was absolutely delighted with  it.

Generally, life is good.