|Molly Hiatt for Power Yoga Company's Summer photo contest 2012|
I am fascinated by the blur of human intention: only one of those pedestrians looks back at Molly. What is he thinking? What about everybody else? I wonder how that one moment in their day impacted them. Were they so focused on the flow that Molly's lovely pose slid right past them?
I wonder how many Molly's I miss. The energy of the weir is about more than simply slowing the rate of flow. In the slower, calmer, eddying liquid, solid objects precipitate out. Resources that have been gathered up and carried along separate and settle. Without weir zones, all manner of tresures are swept out to sea, a space so vast the likelihood of a single resource being found and recognized is slim.
What I love best about Molly's photo is that the necessary resources - her flexibility, strength, and balance - are already within her, hard won and polished. Seeing those skills juxtaposed against the visual opposite makes them easy to recognize as treasures. My favorite photos of harvest are just like that; pieces of sustaining nutrition against a backdrop of Autumn's dying vegetation.
|Me in the completely empty intersection in a parade-ready downtown Walla Walla|