This is a really personal image because this is near the family farm in North Carolina where I used to go with my father. Lake Mattamuskeet is in a national wildlife refuge. There’s a Native American legend that attributes the formation of the lake to a fire that burned for fourteen moons. My father and I would visit it at sunrise and spend some really quality time that many young men these days don’t seem to get with their fathers.
I took the image a couple years after my father passed away. I put on waders and stood out in the lake with my tripod and camera. As I stood there, I thought about him and the times we spent at the farm; and all the things he taught me over the years. All the elements came together. The lake was calm; the clouds were unique; and the reflection of the cypress trees on the flat-water lake was like a reflection of my life with him. I still carry his spirit with me when I am in the field photographing and visit the lake every year to reconnect with him and reflect on our time together.
Location: Mattamuskeet Lake, North Carolina
Photograph Date: 2011
Medium: Chromogenic Print