Potato Cellar, San Luis Valley, Colorado. When I came across the abandoned cellar I saw many angles and compositions, but the one that struck me the most was the burlap potato sacks left hanging over a wire. Out of all the remnants left behind in this place these were the only objects that represented, singularly and collectively, the sole nature of this place. There were many more objects that informed me a little about the original purpose of the potato cellar, but these burlap sacks left me knowing it’s exact purpose. Upon encountering this grouping I made a picture which conjured up an image of the last person to leave, the one who hung them over the wire and walked away. Thanks for looking. G
Talpa Chapel crosses. I used to live a few doors away from this chapel when I first moved to New Mexico. I lived where I could hear the bells toll for mass, feast days, christmas processions and funerals. Over the years I’ve made many images of the church of “San Juan de Los Lagos Talpa” on the High Road to Taos. It is always a pleasure to share this chapel with many guests who always leave with a new reverence for this exquisite little place. Thanks for looking. G
Lindisfarne Island lobster pots and stone buildings. The Holy Island of Lindisfarne, Northumberland on the northeast coast of England. When the tide comes in the island is shut off from the mainland twice a day. Spending a night on the island when the tourists have left on their coaches or in their cars, increases the sense of splendid isolation. It gives a slight glimpse into the past, when the inhabitants didn’t rely on tourism, but on fishing, the production of Lindisfarne mead, made by the monks at the abbey on the island, and catering to the pilgrims who traveled over the tidal sands to pay homage to Saint Cuthbert. Thanks for looking. G
Harold Anderson. The inimitable, gracious… and, as gentlemanly as they come, Harold Anderson of Jaroso, Colorado. Thank you Harold for your generosity in allowing us access to your farm for photography. For regaling us with innumerable stories, the folklore of the San Luis Valley and for continuing, willingly, to pose for us. Cheers Harold. Geraint
Santa Fe architectural detail. When on the town in Santa Fe, New Mexico, it’s not to difficult to find more than enough scenes to fill a camera’s memory card. In fact there are some wonderful details around every corner. Discerning which images to work with is another matter. In this case, I liked the simplicity of the composition, and discarded other, more cluttered and somewhat contrived variations. This image actually turned out to be one of the first couple of frames I made. Sometimes first impressions are the best. Thanks for looking. G
The North Sea, off the coast of the Holy Island of Lindisfarne, England. Behind me is a wealth of history… Out there, from whence they came. The Viking raid on Lindisfarne. Thanks for looking. G
Bolton Abbey in Yorkshire, England.
The doors to the Priory Church of St Mary & St Cuthbert at Bolton Abbey. Entering the abbey church and inspired to look up, I made this image. Flashback to 2004, when I introduced my children to the “old country” and their relatives for the first time. Thanks for looking. G
The red barn revisited. This lovely barn, ensconced at the edge of a very large circular crop of potatoes, in the farming region of the San Luis Valley in southern Colorado, is a scene characteristic of countless rural areas across the globe.
As cultures, we share so many similarities. And as cultures we have so many differences that can separate us.
Yesterday three people from different walks of life met up to spend a day in the field photographing. Throughout the day, we reveled in the surrounding beauty of the landscapes, skies and architecture. Expressed multiple, diverse viewpoints, shared ideas, and created a variety of images based on personal views and experiences cultivated in life. Whether standing side by side, or exploring individual interpretations of a scene, we were constantly amazed at how much the solitary experience was enhanced by the collective view. That said, no two images created were alike. At the end of the day we parted ways richer for the camaraderie we shared in and through photography. Thanks for looking. G
Mexican hat in the garden this morning. It’s that time of year when these wildflowers proliferate the roadsides, gardens, and meadows in the high country. I always look forward to their appearance here. It reminds me that summer is in full swing and the afternoon monsoons are constant now, bringing much needed rain after a month or two with minimum moisture. Hats off to this beautiful little wildflower. Thanks for looking. G