“Departures and arrivals are in the very nature of life. As a photographer, I have probably had more of them than most people. Some departures went smoothly, sometimes they hurt. The arrivals were always hopeful. Things change in every life and disappear, but it is the photographs that remain from my life. ”
~ Charles Harbutt (1935 - 2015)
After a long year of travel, through the ebs and flows of anxious preparation, and the hope and wonder of each safe arrival, I still find myself yearning for adventure , for exploration, for the unknown. There are still so many places to see.
When it’s time to slow down, I find refuge in the work of Charles Harbutt — a chance to live vicariously through decades of departures and arrivals, of happiness, sadness, hope, and joy. To drift like a leaf in the wind as he once did— a student of life, always ready for the next capture.
