Throughout my early years and for most of my adult life, I have loved to take snapshots of family members, friends and all of the places I have visited. There was always some other activity in my life that prevented me from becoming a serious hobbyist with my photography. Upon retirement, I returned to the Western United States where I was born and raised.
When traveling the Desert Southwest one sees old dirt roads leading to who knows where. Many of these roads and trails lead to old mining areas. I would always comment to myself or my traveling companion; "I wonder where that old road goes." Shortly after retiring and having a home built, I bought a 4X4 quad in order to find out the destination of some of those roads. Would there be a mine or perhaps an old homestead at the end?
A couple of years after retirement a friend of mine from college days also retired and relocated just up the hill from me. He also bought a quad and together we have roamed the area around which we live. He is a biologist and together we have learned the names of most of the perennial plants and bushes in our area. I must admit that, while interested in the local flora, it was more exciting for me to see where the old roads led. Taking my camera along, I would document the places we visited. Saying that, the journeys on these old roads have become more important to me than the destinations.
In the last year or two, I have made contact with some friends from the "old days" who happen to be photographers and artists. Patiently they listened to my stubborn ravings of wanting only to take photos of old corrals and fences (of which there are many in my area) and to document the small world in which I live. They knew something then that I did not and got me to thinking about what I wanted to do with my photography. I have taken a small step forward and with their encouragement, I am beginning a photographic journey whose destination is unknown to me.
Thank you Kathy, John and Marke.