Arnold Arboretum, The Arborway, Boston, Massachusetts
Although I did not live in these open woods, I did not grow up far from them. The New England landscape is familiar ground for me, even though I have lived on the west coast for 35 years. I have been photographing the Arnold Arboretum in Boston, Massachusetts, designed by landscape architect Frederick Law Olmsted, for many years now on my frequent trips to visit my 91 year old mother, who lives 3 miles from there. She, like the woods, is a base to which I return. These roots hold a sense of my east coast roots.
It has been comforting to me to experience the cyclical process in the landscape, and to see my mom move through these late years of her life through this prism of the natural world. Despite a sadness and recognition of what aging has meant, I am grateful to have known the continuum, the rhythm, and the grace of how the world can be a reflection of our own unrelenting evolution.
I am captivated by and a participant in the ritual of returning. Here, the gestural quality of the trees dance and the veiled vegetation reveals and conceals as the seasons change. Knowing this place through time, I am mesmerized by the everchanging light. I bear witness to the growth and decay, a natural part of life’s cycles. They are elemental to the dynamic nature of landscape itself.