Photography as escapism

A farm off of Picture Valley Road, between Myrtle Point and Coquille, Ore.

It’s been a little while since I wrote about the weather being overcast and foggy – but not much has changed. Today is the same and I was finally able to at least get one photo this morning.

This farm is off a road between Myrtle Point and Coquille called “Picture Valley Road.” Now how can a photog resist wandering down a road like that?  

It’s not the greatest photo, for sure, but hey – it was a chance to grab a shot on the way to work. Would it win a prize in a competition? Doubtful. Would it make a fine art print to hang on a wall? Perhaps.

One of the greatest things about photography, as I see it, is that it can be as personal or as universal as a person wants to make it. There’s nothing especially poignant or outstanding about this photo but I like it. It reminds me of a nice peaceful morning before all hell breaks loose when I walk through the door to the office. It makes me dream of a time when I won’t have so much computer work and writing to do and I can get out and enjoy the beauty of the world that surrounds us. The fog makes me want to return in the evening to see how the light changes as the sun sets.

Ahh, I can hardly wait to get out of the office…