My friend and I were out on the boat poking around the islands off the St. George peninsula near Port Clyde — one truly perfect way to spend a cold, quiet, snowy winter day.
One of the great things about winter along this coast is that if you can get off the mainland and year-round islands, the whole place is yours, a state of mind and being that I love. Creative trespass rules in the winter — no one is around and you get to go where you want. It all adds to the experience I feel so often as a photographer, that of being a highly privileged voyeur.
Being in a position to get intimate with people and places is a large part of what motivates me — there’s something very sensual about that freedom. As I stop to think about it, I realize that I was always like this, even before I picked up a camera. I used to make mind-images, “movies” if you will, with my grandfather’s Naval binoculars. I would do that for hours and hours.
I still do. With a camera, now. It’s just plain in me.
As are island places like this.
I am an exceedingly fortunate man.