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December 5, 2008 |
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This journey begins many years past. It starts in black and white. The aura cast from a 21 inch RCA console television piqued the imagination a young boy. An impression of splendid grandeur spelled my mind; filling it with the wonder of a dark canyon, brilliance of snowcapped mountains and the apprehension of an intimidating desert. I felt a rapport that encompassed both alienation and rapture. An indelible imprint was formed. Valley of the Gods Utah I lived at the end of a very delicate line. The crowded east of New York City encompassed my family, work and home. This city of dichotomy, texture, compression and dissonance held stark contrast to my dream. However, this indelible vision remained through conflict. Its presence would not leave. New York gripped tight. I was my own antagonist. © 2003 Henry Joseph There are moments that answers, to questions yet asked, fade-in. Sitting at the library of The New School, a dear friend, Bob Johnston quietly stated, “I’m moving to Colorado…to Aspen.” This was January, 1974. Bob was gone by March. However, he left his calling card …visit, visit, visit. Dove Creek By Christmas of that year I was on a plane to Denver. Later that day, I flew on a very small plane…a Twin Otter. We corkscrewed into Aspen; the ‘Land of Blond.’ Bob’s roommate was a ski instructor. The lessons were…well, free. I’m from New York…I know what free is. I know what a ski is. I know what 10,000 feet is. I know what fear is. Days later I learned what ethereal beauty is. It is Independence Pass.  © 2003 Henry Joseph I returned to New York. It must be the call of the wild. Seven years passed before my next visit to Colorado. My friends were in Boulder and I was finally hooked. The delicate line became taut. My interest in the Southwest became all consuming and visits to Colorado were frequent and predictable. The camera became an inseparable companion. I shot and analyzed; reviewed the work for composition, content and exposure. I strived to reach within the subject to find symbolism, character and spirit. This takes years of exploration, study and commitment. This is a process without an end. It is without conclusion. When I am finished….another photographer will continue. There is simply so much to experience and so much to interpret. Click here to view Henry Joseph's Southwest Road Trip.
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