There is a wildness that persists on the Canadian prairie, despite all efforts over the decades to transform the land into something it can never be. The natural landscape takes over quickly once a farm is abandoned. This road once led to a well-tended property where good friends of my parents resided. I have countless memories of happy times here. Others might call this abandoned driveway “a road to nowhere”, but for me it is anything but.
Taking a photograph has been described as “the capture of a moment in time”, but it is much more than that. A photograph is the product of two circumstances – the content of the image and the mind of the photographer. The subsequent viewing of the image years later adds a further layer to its complexity, so well described in the words below.
“It is not until late in life that we really revere an image, when we discover that its roots plunge well below the history that is fixed in our memories.” ~ Gaston Bachelard in The Poetics of Space
Location: Rivers, Manitoba
Date: March, 1980
Source: Pentax ME Super with Fuji Black and White film
