Found Moments

Auto Kustoms, HWY 64 TN 2003 © jwl

I decided to dig through a box of negs and look for something new today. I went into the box marked 2003. I found this little gem and I am glad I did.

It is a bit uncanny how connected I have become to the places I photograph. I remember almost everything about the days I have spent working and the time I have spent making photographs. I wouldn't call it memories as much as connected moments. Sometimes, when I revisit places, the place is just not the same. Something is different. The moment exists only in the photograph, as though the time and place and the things living there are they're own reality. I often always rephotograph the places each time I visit, but each image is it's own place and time and, coincidentally, it's own moment.

The interesting thing is how my mind changes over the years. When I first got this negative home, I didn't give it much of a chance. I never scanned it. Now, almost 7 years later, it strikes me as a beautiful image and worth my time to present it to people. Such is photography, I suppose. Nothing is truly a waste.