I go for a hike almost every day and cover a lot of the same ground, over and over, in all weather and in all seasons. Exploring new terrain is always exciting, but there is something deeply satisfying about getting to know a trail and the landscape on foot.
When I hike, my camera is almost always around my neck and I’ve come to notice that along well-known trails I often stop to take photos from nearly the exact same spots. By following my artist’s eye for lining up a balanced shot, I’ve amassed a collection of photos of the same scenes, taken from the same spots, at different times of the year, all over the country. I call this series “All Seasons”.
After a summer on the road, driving from New Mexico to Alaska to Virginia, I’ve been relishing a winter spent mostly in the same place: in southern Virginia, living in a house in the woods right by the Appalachian Trail. Already this winter, I’ve hiked more than 500 miles – a quarter of the trail, mileage-wise – by walking the same sections near my house over and over. I never tire of covering the same ground. Getting to know a path is divinely meditative. Some things are always changing: the light, the leaves, the creeks, the critters, while others never change: the turns, the dips, the hills, the rocks. In the woods, as in life, everything is always changing and yet always the same.