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A Bridge Too Far

Updated: Jun 20, 2022


When COVID started I coincidentally decided to start getting in shape, working out, riding my bike. Twice a week I rode my bike down to an undeveloped plot of land that I'd heard had an old railroad bridge. I'd stop there to rest, break out a water bottle, and stare at the bridge thinking surely there's a shot here. I didn't know what it was but something old and so full of nostalgic charm, surely there was something there. I felt the spirit of a shot meandering about, but not the form. Normally the image pops into my head. And week after month after year I'd stare at the bridge panting, empty headed, but haunted by the spirit of the shot.


Then one day she revealed herself to me. Yes, there are shots here. Beautiful shots. I need a model, as I often do to complete the work. I can only do so much without one. I don't do landscape. Landscape is beautiful but bereft of the compulsion that makes you stare and wonder. Landscape is my canvas. The model in the canvas is my artwork.


And I will also need access. It's one thing to hop a bike over a guardrail, another thing to figure out how to enter an undeveloped area that's been padlock blocked with a vehicle carrying photo gear and a model. That is the first thing to figure out. But in parallel, the search for a suitable model. Are you interested? Email me (scroll to bottom of linked page).

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