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29FEB04/Leaping Nowhere - Inner Journey II
A Day In The Life Of project.
- melanie - wow.. the bench in the whiteout is awesome!
so is your sleeping son :)
- Jasmin - I love the fact that all your photographs are in black and white - it makes beautiful photographs look even more stunning.
- Junnie - owwwww. i love the pictures. I miss snow and switzerland when we were there last 2 years. just the same, your pics were enough...i love the solitary bench and the tree pic, the most. the rest follow.
- (no link) - your images are amazing.
- Tristan Harward - Thank you for these moving images! Very beautiful photography indeed. I love the bench with the tree to its left. It has that personified feeling, like it actually is looking at something. Lovely!
- Julie - Very nice, Dale. Thank you for the photos. When you went out into the whiteness ... how did you find your way back. It is amazing, isn't it? Your leap-day in comparison with mine? Worlds apart ... worlds apart ...
- Patricia - Thanks for wonderful pics!
- Jon Lambert - again I love the benches. I need to start getting up eariier to capture life at dawn. Great shots!!!
Here in Rockford IL
all the snow is gone. In fact it rained almost all night.
- craig - you've captured a real feeling of solitude and quietness with these photos. the images and emotion is striking especially because they're bookended by sweet pictures of the boy. great work.
- Tine - wow the bench and the car pictures are my favorites
- Marie - this is great set of photos. b/w is great. i loved the bench and tree photo. but best of all is the story that is told thru the pictures, i.e. you son sleeping before you leave and when you return.
- Marie - oops! sorry, looks like you have two kids: a girl and a boy. isn't that right?
- spunwithtears - I have two very cute little boys. Thanks!
- Lorien - Fog has its mystery and beauty, even though it hides things from sight. Beautiful series, great capture of the essence of the fog...
- sherle - your poet's soul shows through your work... especially in the sweet innocent faces of your children. ;-)
- Tudy - all great shots Dale.. I cant pick a favorite.. I love them all.
- fredrik - that's an amazing set of shots you present here! your verbiage adds to it. great;)
- Richard - Beautiful photos... Really liked the b&w ones here. Well done!
- (no link) - hi, found your page from shift.org... best pictures ive seen yet! really love the 'wheres the car'. beautiful, graceful photographs. you are obviously some sort of professional
- sam - Great photos, Dale! Love the fog drifting through the burnt forest!
- Amandha Dawn - How beautiful, how precious...
- (no link) - Those are beautiful and very sybolic. I enjoyed them alot.
- (no link) - Would you allow me to use the fifth picture down from the top. I would like to use it as part of a cover picture for my soon to be published poetry book.
- (no link) - hello? how war you?
Before my family wakes up I am out the door to capture the spirit of a leap day. My plan was to drive a reasonable distance to a historical site and document what I saw on the way there and back. The historical site was the "Frog Lake Massacre" that happened in 1885 in Northern Canada. But before leaving, I thought I would stop at a nearby park to catch the sunrise.
This leap day is a very foggy day. Visibility is almost zero at times. I thought this would be a good metaphor for a leap day: a day added from out of nowhere. I decide to stop and take my photographs of the leap day here. Because it is foggy I will primarily use my Lomo with black and white film. Frog Lake will have to wait for another project. Here are my images:
Two trees glow with energy.
Wisps of fog drift through a burnt forest
Sleeping winter trees make jazz-like patterns in the light of the muted sun.
Fog briefly reveals the shoreline of a lake.
The wardens office.
Where is the car?
Weeds push out from the snow in a rhythmic dance.
A bench looking nowhere.
No photograph could capture this scene. I am looking out over a lake that is completely hidden in fog. Absolutely no detail could be seen. I stop walking, unsure of where I am going. Everything is a field of brilliant glowing white emptiness. Finally I walk back and take a picture of a park bench so you would have partial understanding of what I experienced. The whiteout actually gave me a headache, which has finally gone away.
Another empty bench.
Every day ends.
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