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I am applying for positions away from where I grew up. All of them will take me suitably far enough away from this area to make it unreasonable to visit, save one, but that would still be several hours away and not a day trip.
I have lived most of my life in North Eastern Arizona and more specifically on the eastern edge of the Navajo Nation. I have stayed for the landscape and there are times when the light can bring tears to my eyes. The thought of leaving the area I love so much is ripping me apart. But, it would have come at some time. I cannot own land here because I am not Navajo. I cannot set down roots or provide a permanent home for my family. One would think that I would have spent a lot of time photographing here and documenting that which fills my heart with joy, but I have taken it for granted and denied that I would eventually have to leave. I have been more than content to sit and watch the rocks and scrub go through their daily changes, filling my heart and head with their images. Images fade with time and the thought of not having more images to replace them bothers me.
I have begun to write a list of those things and times I want to photograph before I go. I realize that it will not be possible to capture it all. All things here depend on the seasons. The mood of the land changes as the season changes and I would have to be here for years more to capture it all.
I am only 38 but 33 of those years were spent here. I am going to have to rank these places in order of importance and decide my favorites. For me, right now, this would be akin to labeling one of my children the best and the other passable.
Who else feels this way about where they live.
I have lived most of my life in North Eastern Arizona and more specifically on the eastern edge of the Navajo Nation. I have stayed for the landscape and there are times when the light can bring tears to my eyes. The thought of leaving the area I love so much is ripping me apart. But, it would have come at some time. I cannot own land here because I am not Navajo. I cannot set down roots or provide a permanent home for my family. One would think that I would have spent a lot of time photographing here and documenting that which fills my heart with joy, but I have taken it for granted and denied that I would eventually have to leave. I have been more than content to sit and watch the rocks and scrub go through their daily changes, filling my heart and head with their images. Images fade with time and the thought of not having more images to replace them bothers me.
I have begun to write a list of those things and times I want to photograph before I go. I realize that it will not be possible to capture it all. All things here depend on the seasons. The mood of the land changes as the season changes and I would have to be here for years more to capture it all.
I am only 38 but 33 of those years were spent here. I am going to have to rank these places in order of importance and decide my favorites. For me, right now, this would be akin to labeling one of my children the best and the other passable.
Who else feels this way about where they live.
