back at it

i'm back in town tonight from a trip up the road (my second since my last post). it was Dea's birthday on Friday, she was itching to get out of town, and i was pleasantly surprised when she wanted to go north for a few days. of course i packed my camera, and loaded all my holders, but swore i would mellow out a little. it was a different kind of trip- less intense, less impulsive. the perspective was good, and the result was unexpected. i'm at ease shooting around her. i do it very rarely, but it feels easy. it feels good.

back in Fairbanks now, and the inevitable low strikes. why try to fight it. i find though, that it gets easier as this project grows. i feel less desperate, but i'm always saddened when i come off the dirt of the Dalton onto the pavement of the Elliott. for a couple days i throw myself into that road, the landscape, and the people, and the thought of assimilating back into my day job and necessary responsibilities of life trips me up.

this trip felt like a turning point though, and being home is easier. this body of work is finding itself. i'm finding myself. this weekend above the arctic circle, on solstice no less, with Dea grounded me in a way. the landscape transcended a sort of fantasy and became a little more real.

and, as i sit here catching up on some email, and checking in on a few blogs, i feel like writing again. the film is in the mail, things are going well, and i missed you dear readers (all 6 of you).

more words and photographs soon.