This photo was taken on the evening of a long, hard day, and I very nearly just didn't. I was so tired and photography seemed to matter so little in the face of all that was happening -- I felt so powerless to change or help my own situation, and so depressed. So at the time I made myself drive the long way to my mom's house, where we are staying, along a rural road I love, looking for photos. But my thoughts kept cycling back to what seemed like my unsolve-able problems, and the landscape passed by in an undifferentiated blur. At the traffic light leading into my mom's community, the curve of the road in the side view mirror caught my eye and I made two exposures before the light turned green.
Many of my recent pictures have been of paths, roads. Partly because I am always on the move these days, I think -- spending much of my time literally on the road. But also informed by an interior sense of path, of traversing a tough time, feeling my way along the uncertain course from my old life to my new one. Two nights ago we watched "Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory" and I loved when Willy Wonka says to a distraught Mrs. Gloop, as she is being led away to find Augustus wherever the chocolate river has taken him, "Nil desperandum, dear lady. Across the desert lies the promised land." Wrote that on a post-it note and carried it around with me all day yesterday. And yesterday was the day things started to turn around.
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