1995 | California-190, View East-Northeast
I know that I made another fine picture right here, near this time. (It’s the closing photograph in One Eye on the Road.)
But after the light “deteriorated,” I stayed alert, paid soft attention, moved my camera a little, and exposed this sheet. I’m glad I did, and I am grateful for the subtle power of the camera to make good sense of my most delicate and fleeting intuitions. Seventeen and a half years later, I am that much older, and now I feel ready to give these kinds of pictures a different kind of attention.
Some time ago, a sharp therapist told me that there are two kinds of light — starlight, and fog light. I still don’t know exactly what he meant by those, but I have been more sensitive to them ever since.