“At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor, Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds. I stare and stare. It seems I was called for this: To glorify things just because they are.”~C Milosz
I think the quote above speaks to me photographically. I’m more of a close up and personal type of photographer than a wide angle, landscape one (landscape as in subject and orientation). Many times it just seems too cold and impersonal. I like to glorify the simple, whether that be the present or past, so this is the kind of subject to which I am drawn. It’s beautiful in its own unique way and not in a way that shouts out to you but in a subtle way that makes you wonder about the things that once stood before it.
Jerome, AZ is about 45 minutes away from me, via this very dizzying loop of a road. It’s another old mining town and like Bisbee, is an artsy and eclectic little town that is trying to find a reincarnation of its past and a road to the future. Bisbee is more isolated in a sense as Jerome is a logical stop for visitors who go to Sedona yet Jerome seems economically just as much in a struggle as its southern cousin. If you visit Sedona, be sure to stop by Jerome; it’s a pleasant and interesting day trip!