“One day,” my father Jay said, his eyes taking on a faraway look, “I came across this elk.”
I watched Jay’s eyes fill as if he could see the elk still.
“This elk was all raw muscle and magnificent antlers and when our eyes locked, it was as if he shifted my whole perception, my whole ability to see. His beauty – the wonder of it – changed me. It was as if for that moment nothing else in the world existed.”
“Is that why you became a photographer?” I asked.
“Yes,” said Jay.
“To see beauty?”
“To see beauty yes,” explained Jay, “but also because taking pictures keeps me looking, even if what I am seeing is difficult. Really seeing is what makes me feel alive. It makes me feel that I’m contributing something unique to the world.”
[Excerpt Landslide, Page 81]