Along the Rio Grande in Albuquerque is the wild, wooded bosque. This buffer of land has traditionally acted as a flood zone, at the mercy of the rainfall and erosion that naturally occurs in these parts. Decades ago, an anti-flooding scheme was developed by the Army Corps of Engineers; an attempt to create some kind of defense to the whims of nature. Thus, much of the bosque is littered with these oversized steel and wire objects, known locally, affectionately as “jetty jacks.” There is an official name for them, I’m sure. I prefer the colloquial name, though. They acts as a sort of found sculpture for hikers and bikers along the river. They also remind me of something you might see along the front lines of a war zone ( in my mind it would be WW2, but I’m guess the war in Ukraine might be relevant as well.) The attempt to have the banks of the river conform to this kind of control may seem futile. Another thing that seems futile is my ongoing attempt at trying to create a good photograph of these jetty jacks. I’ve attempted dozens of times, and each time I fail to capture the essence of these metal beasts that dot the landscape near the river. I have yet to find a way to capture the scale, the geometry, the complexity and the oddity of these objects in their environment. I tried again today, while out on a (hopeful) mood shifting walk; see attempt above. Maybe this white whale will elude me forever. I’m sure to keep trying nonetheless, even if it is just an exercise in futility.

Reflections on current events.

I never aim to be overtly political with my words and my work shared here. At the same time, it’s impossible to not see external influences on what I create, if a reader or viewer is so inclined to apply that barometer. When social winds shift, when power structures pivot, when nature reminds us of our place, when things look dark, when winter descends…it is bound to be reflected in the things we (and I) produce. Such has been the case, certainly over the past four or five years, even more certainly over the past 12 months or so.

There are walls both real and imagined. There are barriers we put in place to keep others out, or to keep some safely in. There are means of control for the greater good. There are structures in place that do more damage than they benefit. What happens when barriers are breached? What happens when the levee breaks? What happens when the center cannot hold? There exist entanglements, blockades, fences, wires, ignorance, stupidity, close-mindedness, racism, classism, elitism, hatred, judgement, misunderstanding, a lack of empathy, a lack of a moral compass, a lack of thought for others beyond ourselves. This is universal. This is a human issue. This is our struggle. This is our challenge. For you. For me. For all of us. Life is not always fair, not always logical, not always predictable, not always good. We can love each other, we can hate each other, we can tolerate each other, we can ignore each other, we can try to understand each other. We can seek to hide behind barriers real or imagined, without realizing it’s we who are being trapped.