Tuesday, 10. August 2010 16:21

24mm ƒ/6.3 at 1/160 sec ISO 200
Meet Joe. Joe is a day laborer. He works in Santa Fe, New Mexico and I don’t know where he lives.
The assignment was to take pictures on Canyon Road with two motivations. 1.) Find reflections that work and 2.) capture environmental portraits.
I found Joe working on an adobe wall off Canyon Road (tired of walking the beaten path). I was trying to take a photo of a wall or something silly when Joe chimed in from across the street, advising me that another wall was more attractive.
Joe and I sat together against an adobe wall in the shade, eluding summer heat. This was his job, doing handy man work for financially wealthy individuals – those who can afford to live on or adjacent to the pricey Canyon Road. Joe didn’t live there, he didn’t have have much but what he did have was leathery skin from years of sun exposure.
I thought he was simple at first. Judged him straight up. But he was a little more complex than I thought. Joe has this way about him. A eye for remembering the finest details of the tiniest things. Door frames and wood work. The precise hue of a mailbox. And the way he spoke about such nuance was riddled with words of simple passion.
Joe knows.
Joe understands something that I overlook. He knows that it’s nuance that makes life engaging. The kinds of nuance that make every solitary breath a unique experience. Something that’s more valuable than anything in the garages of those high priced homes.
So now that I recount this memory I realized that I took a reflection picture and I captured an environmental portrait. A reflection of a simple man that understands the simple complexities. An environmental portrait of Joe in his environment not solely because of the image but because of his story that breathes alongside of the image. Environmental portraits are more than just a physical image.
I don’t know where Joe is now. Maybe he is trimming a hedge or rebuilding a garage wall. I walked away knowing that I probably wouldn’t see him again. And I probably won’t. But I have ths pictutre of him.
And I have this memory that puts nuance into my life.