Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Don't let the sun go down on me (until I have my camera ready)

My online presence is not insubstantial. However, since I'm supposed to be a writer -- I abruptly sprang awake other night at 3 a.m. as my brain suddenly decided to contemplate the gravity of paying off the tens of thousands of dollars I've spent learning how to be a writer with the zeroes of zeroes of dollars I've made recently practicing the art -- of course I would have an easier time producing photos than essays. Add to this that I have several family members and friends who differentiate between my blog (which they call my "blahhhg" -- I have several family members and friends back east) and my "website," which is really just the Flickr site of a wannabe photog; and my online offerings can seem pretty slim at times, to say nothing of my coverage of typical Arizona topics. Several of these fine folks, most of whom don't usually visit the latter site, have expressed surprise a time or two that I have yet to really say anything about Arizona sunsets.

I reply that it's cliché, done before, and that I don't have anything particularly useful or new to say on the subject.

But then I look at my photos, and my waiting photos, and what I spend the most time watching, timing, analyzing, and capturing. If sunset photography is a cliché, than I am a walking, point-and-shooting cliché.

I blame my mom. When we first moved to Arizona, she was obsessed with sunset shots. Red clouds, orange poofy clouds, pink smeary skies, gold flares through the front window ... she captured them daily with a thin teal 110 Instamatic camera. After a while, we started making fun of her pretty mercilessly, and so she began shooting the cacti (at sunset); our new house (at sunset); my brother, sister and I playing (at sunset, and we only made it in the barest portion of the bottom corner of the frame; the rest was sky); and the raised dirt-rock-hill-thing in our front yard (guess when?); all to circumvent the basis for our mocking. (It didn't work.) Then she consolidated the shots into a sort of matrix, a collage of snapshots that she kept tacked to the wall in the master bedroom, right above the piano no one played. That made it look like one unit, rather than an ongoing obsession. (We still didn't give her a pass, of course.)

But she got to know the sky and the state and the desert. She always knew when the sun was about to dip -- just about to, but hadn't yet -- when the light would flare most vividly, how the shadows would jump and stretch, what the light would hit. Her routine intertwined with the sun's. Hell, I should have been astounded. I was sixteen before I even knew which freaking direction was west. I couldn't even find the sunset.

I've gone through bouts of hating and absolutely loving the desert since then. I've studied the science of just about every aspect of it -- geology, biology, botany, ridiculously specific entomological topics, tracking by scat (my son's favorite). I've written on astronomy, wildlife, conservation, and caves in our state and in my corner of desert; about oversized arachnid pedipalps and nipple beehive cacti (try Googling that one at work). But I've never really just backed up to get to know the place. To feel the desert wake up each day and breathe. Seriously. Somehow, I got in the habit of doing that these last few weeks and months. I know when the sun rises (which I usually just glimpse through pulled blinds) and when it sets each day. Just the conscious decision to monitor it, to follow the day's journey and see it out, has put me in step with its rhythm. Just looking at the day has put me in sync with this place in a way I never got before by looking stuff up and and looking for stuff.

My son waits for it each evening now. From our usual vantage point downstairs we can tell when the sun dips below the wall out back, which is actually just the preview to the real sunset. We either take a walk right then, or race upstairs and capture it from the window. The day is tucking in just as we begin watching. The roadrunner roosts on our neighbor's meter box, the doves wheel and circle, lizards hide in the cracks in walls and beneath rocks, spiders come out, and the sky bursts. It gasps and sighs. And it glows and blazes, and slowly it fades. But it's not dull. It's kind of like a winded afterglow effect, with swirls and wisps to play out the day's last hurrah. And it's nearly always amazing. Always, always something different.

So, yeah, that's it. Just look at these. Just a few (for real -- I have hundreds, maybe thousands more) shots from our recent evenings. I've said enough. This is our view each night. Here, for anyone who wanted to see, and even those who didn't. I'll shut up and show. I have to do something with all these shots. I have too many for the wall in the bedroom.

(Oh, and sorry, Mom.)











8 comments:

Leslie F. Miller said... Best Blogger Tips

First, I say me too. Second I say holy fucking shit. Am I allowed to say that?

Jill said... Best Blogger Tips

My dad says "blahhg" and he's never lived on the east coast. I once corrected him saying "It's blog, like a log with a b in front of it. You're logging something." But he pronounces lots of things in funny ways. He even says El-ih-noy instead of Ill-ih-noy even though he's a native of Illinois and should know better. Silly man. I still love him.

Tom said... Best Blogger Tips

This was really special, and triggered many bittersweet sense memories. I remember being there under skies like these, and even wanting to make sure at the time that I didn't take any of it for granted. But after a certain amount of years go by, you forget these things.I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. Our eyes and brains are only human.

I will start this all over again next year when we leave New York for who-knows-where. I will wish that I had taken more pictures, but what I really wish is that I could truly relive those moments. Pictures are just the next best thing.

ck said... Best Blogger Tips

Yay for the 110! My very first camera was a 110.

And seriously, those are some beautiful photographs. I used to be obsessed with taking photographs of the sunset and cloud patterns, too. Only I lived in Jersey, so you can imagine that the colors I captured were more along the lines of muted grays...

Blogging Mama Andrea said... Best Blogger Tips

Those are absolutely beautiful! I've never been to Arizona and I never thought about the sunsets being so beautiful.

Thanks for stopping by my blog today!

Your fellow (unpaid) writer :)

heather said... Best Blogger Tips

I never realized I was pronouncing it wrong. But it makes sense, it is log, dog, fog. Hmm. But now if I say it right every one in WNY will tell me I'm saying it wrong.

Kim, isn't it scary how we start becoming our mothers?

Kim Hosey said... Best Blogger Tips

Thanks, everyone.

Leslie: I'd totally expect you to, and thanks.

Jill: Yeah, I used the same example with my mom, but she says "log" and "dog" the same way, so it doesn't work very well. Plus, she favors the phrase "fuss and falderal." Oh well. I'm sure my son will be making fun of me before long.

Tom: Exactly, on all counts. I wish I really could relive certain slices of time, because I totally took it for granted.

ck: Thank you. We used the heck out of a series of 110s.

Andrea: Thanks. They really are like this more often than not. I missed a bunch in between these shots.

Heather: Well, at least you say some of the -og blends properly. You've got that on some WNYers I know. And yes, very scary. (So wait. You're becoming YOUR mother? Should I expect the Heather and Mike show the next time I visit?)

laurie l. goodman said... Best Blogger Tips

i love that you live in arizona and have so much to share about it...we went there for the first time last january and fell in love... the sunsets were miraculous and we looked forward to seeing them everyday.... i would go back in a heartbeat... one of the most beautiful was seen at tonto national forest -near fort mcdowell... the pinks and oranges rocked! i've never seen a sunset like that! i enjoyed reading your memories of your mom and could 'picture' part of your life history... sometimes as we get older, we learn that things are cliche for a reason, been done before again and again for a reason...in this case because it's a beautiful daily miracle-nothing wrong with exploring that! thanx for sharing in words and in images! :)