The Moab Photo Symposium ended a few days ago (if you were not there, it sucks to be you!) and it was an amazing experience. I truly enjoy presenting to, and talking with, participants who are striving to bring meaning and depth to their work. I get as much inspiration from their journey as I hope they get from mine.
As importantly for me, was the chance to hang out with the other presenters. I all too rarely get a chance to “talk shop” with other photographers who share my basic photographic philosophies. Landscape photography can be a lonely pursuit, especially when working in less-visited areas, so it’s nice to be reminded that we are not alone in the proverbial wilderness.
A highlight for me was getting to hang out for a couple of afternoons with someone I consider a true, modern master of photography, Charles Cramer. We explored a couple of canyons as potential workshop locations and had a great time doing it (at least I did). Bucket list item . . . check! I only hope my puppy dog eyes of adoration and longing stares didn’t freak him out too much
Presenting alongside Charlie, as well as Guy Tal, Colleen Miniuk-Sperry, Jeff Foote and the symposium god, Bruce Hucko, was a humbling, inspiring, and invigorating experience.
However, as will all things good (and most things bad) it had to come to an end. In the case of the symposium, it was quite an interesting end. When Bruce announced the conclusion of events, a couple dozen of the participants spontaneously began, without prodding or begging, to stack chairs, fold tables, and collect trash off the floors. It was a wonderful sight and proof positive of the family-type atmosphere Bruce has nurtured over the dozen, or so, years of the Moab Photo Symposium. Within half an hour, we had the three main rooms cleared and swept and the front doors locked. Even a vendor pitched in to help with floor sweeping. I mean, where else does that happen?
While it is good be home, it is also bitter sweet. Already I miss the camaraderie and discussions about photography, as an art. But, the photo-do and honey-do lists are long (they got longer while I was away) and neither includes writing a blog post.
So, with sweet sorry I must leave. But, before then I encourage you to consider attending this even next year. The location is spectacular, the atmosphere inspiring, and the micro-brew beer and plentiful snacks are free.