The macro lens reveals everything I need to know about my existence ... that I'm simply one larger, interconnected part in this kingdom of giant minutiae. It's giant in how it presents in the lens with magnification, and it's minute in how it evades our view and our consciousness.Up Close, Not Personal
is obviously a play on words and movie titles. But, it is also my truth. There's nothing individualistic or personal about finding your place in the greater scheme of life, humbled by that revelation and interconnectivity. We are close, not personal, not known to each other, and yet fully understood.
Bringing myself into the realm of the unseen always reminds me of the ecological web ... the one we humans sometimes construe as a hierarchy. Spending time immersed in the life of the "other," tends to dissolve hubris when you realize that, in spite of our human affectations, our species cannot build a web with silk stronger than steel ... there's no human contrivance as vivid as a California Poppy ... we cannot leap, like a jumping spider, 1000 times our height from a yellow rose bud.
Under the macro is where a conveyer belts of raindrops is real, and where snails live in a psychedelic painting of dew and bokeh. Up Close, Not Personal
is my memory ... not just of what I saw, but also what it taught me about myself and my place on this earth.:: My Wildlife Photography Ethics