“Beautiful”, “July” and “Dallas” are three words that don’t often find themselves sharing the same sentence. July afternoons around here are usually spent indoors, in a pool or running from shade to shade but every now and then mother nature forgets which month it is and just throws something pleasantly random at us.
So many times in life the destination is not the true prize, but rather the journey to get there. And then there are other times when the journey sucks but the destination makes it all worthwhile. My journey to photograph bluebonnets this past Spring was the latter.
“Every artist was first an amateur.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I’ve drawn inspiration and encouragement in my life from a multitude of people. People to whom I am forever indebted, but a few years ago, though sheer happenstance really, I came across the work of two photographers that I suspect have done more than any to open my eyes to what photography is and could be.