Daffodils wilting in the soft fall light of a Brooklyn sunset.
The liminal moment between vibrancy and decay.

I have a deep fascination with capturing the essence of ephemeral moments that are, by nature, impossible to preserve with a camera. In this case, I focus on the Daffodils just before they wilt into a mushy heap, right after their peak vibrancy. At the moment when, they appear less artificial, more organic, and heavy with the weight of their short lifespan. Here, their delicate and sensual nature is accentuated by the golden light of magic hour gently caresses their fragile petals.

I have never considered myself a good photographer. While I enjoy using a camera and admire those who possess the skill to capture the exact image they envision, that is rarely my approach. I tend to take photos in a somewhat random manner, spending much more time manipulating them either in the darkroom, as in this case, or digitally. However, I have had some fortunate and interesting “in” camera incidents, as you can see in the original series I created of these flowers.

Like many of my creative pursuits, when I am “making” art, I often forget my technical knowledge and rely on instinctive, basic interactions with the technology at hand. I become immersed in capturing the emotional essence of fleeting moments, hoping everything aligns to provide enough material for post-processing.

This sometimes leads me to become distracted by my emotions, making it difficult to capture the “right” or “perfect” image. I find myself clicking the shutter repeatedly, hoping to achieve at least one great result. Unfortunately, many of my photographs end up blurry, soft, or otherwise compromised, taken with unsteady hands or during excited, hasty movements with unfocused eyes.