Looking back through the archive felt like walking a quiet trail through time, each image a footprint from journeys taken without any intention to impress, only to remember. Joel and I wandered with our cameras the way others might wander with conversation, letting light and landscape fill the spaces of our shared silence. Those photographs were never trophies; they were small, private fragments of place and moment, gathered from ridgelines, river bends, and wind-cut passes where the world seemed briefly ours alone.
The infrared series from the Sierra Nevada once struck me as strange and unappealing, their tones inverted, their colours unfamiliar. Yet with distance, they have grown luminous. In that altered spectrum, the granite spine of the range reveals a different truth. Ancient batholiths rise in pale monoliths, their coarse crystals forged deep underground and lifted skyward over millions of years. Glacial valleys carve broad U-shaped troughs between the peaks, remnants of ice rivers that once ground the rock into polished domes and sharp arêtes. Moraines lie like frozen waves along the slopes, and high cirques cradle tarns that mirror the thin alpine sky.
Under infrared light, the forests blaze ghost-white as chlorophyll reflects what the eye cannot see, while the heavens darken to near obsidian. Meadows soften into silver plains threaded by meltwater streams, and the fractured faces of the cliffs stand out in stark relief, every joint and fissure etched with geologic memory. What once felt alien now feels revelatory: a reminder that the land holds more layers than ordinary sight allows, and that returning to old images can uncover landscapes we never realised we had already seen.
Sony A7RIV
FE 24mm f1.4 GM
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