“Ghost Herd” – American Elk
Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado
Article and photos ©Weldon Lee
The following definition of art by Edgar Allen Poe pretty much sums up what art and photography are to me.
“Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it the reproduction
of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.”
– Edgar Allen Poe
My art – the product that comes out of my camera is about one thing, and one thing only . . . it’s about my wild brothers and sisters. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Images exactly as they come out of a camera, assuming they’ve gone through the essential steps of post-processing – tonality, color balance, dodging/burning, etc. – can be awesome. However, I’m also drawn to images that that go a step, or two, beyond reality.
For years, I never knew why. Then one day it dawned on me. Most photographs all look alike. Sure, some are head and shoulders above the main stream, but they’re all reproductions of what we see in nature. That’s fine – actually I love them, but I was craving for something different.
The journey for the extraordinary has taken me through many styles and techniques.
“Mystic World” series, was my first attempt at taking that next step – portraying not only the spirit world of my wild brothers and sisters, but exposing them communicating with life in our world.
“Mystic World” Series
“Ghost of Tatanka” “Back from the Brink”
“Follow Me” “Phantom Wolf”
“Mystic Dancer” “Totem Bear”
“Spirit of the Rockies”
“Through the Veil of Consciousness” is a series inspired by “Ghost Herd” (depicted at the beginning), a photograph I made years ago, shortly after moving to Colorado. It was a blurry photograph depicting a group of elk that I made one morning while exiting Rocky Mountain National Park. Some would call it one of those accidental pictures. However, I don’t believe in accidents. All things happen for a reason. Anyway, it went on to be displayed in the Carnegie Museum of Natural History in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
“Ray Harm Experience”
“On A Mission” “Out of the Forest
“Battle Ground” “A Time Forgotten”
“Rivalry” “Winter Challenge”
Years ago, I purchased a signed copy of a painting created by artist, Ray Harm, featuring a Pileated Woodpecker. I loved the way he eliminated many of the background details and focused almost entirely on the subject. I often though it would be nice if I could find some way to transform one of my photographs into a similar, albeit photographic rendition of what Mr. Harm had created. Eventually, my ability using a variety of photo editing software programs increased to the point where I was able to make this into a reality. The series that I call, for lack of a better name, my “Ray Harm Experience,” is the result.
“Photographic Realism with a Touch of Expressionism”
“Life in the Shadows” “Alpha”
“Face of Wisdom”
All is this has finally led me to where I am today – a series that I refer to as “Photographic Realism with a Touch of Expressionism.” It has everything to do with what happens when I look through my camera’s viewfinder into the eyes of my subject and feel connected. There are times when I can almost sense their inner most thoughts. What I’m creating today portrays, to the best of my ability, those feelings and emotions. It’s all about my subject’s eyes.
So, whenever I head into the field, camera in hand, I expect magic to happen. There are times when it does. These times . . . these moments . . . are truly gifts of nature. Occasionally, I’m able to capture some of them with my camera.
Summing up the connection I have with our wild brethren, no one says it better than Bev Doolittle as she related to her painting, Season of the Eagle, “In the life of the Indian, every new day, every encounter with a bird or beast, and everything he owned or wore related to his religious belief that all creatures were the creation of the same great power, and therefore were brothers.”
Not only do I share that belief, I take it a step further. Regardless of one’s religious persuasion, whoever, or whatever created us, also created them. We’re made of the same elements – star dust. We share almost identical DNA.
If that doesn’t make us related, then what does?