I’m looking at Eadweard Muybridge’s early photography of America, specifically landscapes that are absent of life, that could inspired my work. There’s also a sense of wonder and possibility in the photographs, that has now been lost to the modernisation of America.
Source – Eadweard Muybridge, by Philip Brookman, Tate Publishing 2010
The time has come to descend… descend to the bottom of the Erie Canal, a place I have never gone. The reflective water at the bottom has lulled me into going down. I am alone and if I get stuck I will be in trouble, but what the heck. I fold up the camera and tripod and try to make my way down the large stone blocks that are loosely scattered down the sides of the banks of the Erie. I hold the tripod in my left hand swinging it around for balance and head down holding onto stones with my frozen right hand. I thought the snow-covered stones would stick together and give me a stairway kinda effect but no.. it was more of a landslide effect with slipping stones and me going down in a sliding escalator like effect. I was halfway down and regretting my decision to try it…
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