Originally posted somewhere else a long time ago. Now edited some and reposted here, mostly as a reminder.
Eventually (perhaps by the early 1960’s) those who stepped forward to carry the West Coast Landscape Photography banner were not producing art, so much as re-producing the history of art. Separated two or three generations from the forces that spawned the vision they championed, they were left making images of experiences they never quite had. If you find yourself caught in similar circumstances, we modestly offer this bit of cowboy wisdom: When your horse dies, get off.
For some reason the photograph above became my dead horse. This was in december 2006. I did get off it, but only for a brief moment, then frantically climbed back into the saddle. I must have found myself within an illusion of some sort, hallucination perhaps, because at times I swear there has been movement, progress. And dead horses don’t move, right? Still, every now and then, especially when the wind doesn’t blow, the stench of the rotting carcass gets unbearable and somehow suffocates the illusion.
Still so very fond of it, that horse!