There are times in our experience when a separation exists between ourselves and life beyond our immediate surroundings. It is not so much isolation, but instead a feeling that life outside of this sanctuary of the moment cannot be penetrated. Time seems to stand still and we are completely engaged, both emotionally and spiritually, when something garners our attention in this way. These occasions occur more often when surrounded by the natural world and for me, there is an undeniable direct connection to the distant past with its rhythms of birth growth and decay that have occurred for eons.
I am more likely to think in terms of millennia rather than centuries, and imagine mountain ranges migrating stone by stone to the sea. I see a forest and visualize a family of evergreens living among the clans of maples and oaks, each having their young protected by the mature who also help hold up their elders as they lean into old age. It is this connection with the silent passage of time that deepens the moment and begs it to be recorded. For just a moment, if these photographs can touch the soul as it was when they were taken, then that sanctuary has been shared and savored.