Photo of the week January 26, 2012by Mark Benjamin on 01/26/12
When I'm out on the road looking and waiting for something to catch my eye I try to develop a theme, a kind of a story, so I'm not just running around blindly looking for images to capture. What I like to do is capture a series of photographs that connect with each other in a way that would stimulate the viewer's imagination. Someone a lot wiser than me once said there are two people in every photograph the photographer and the viewer.
One of those road trips I had gathered several sets of GPS coordinates on waterfalls in northern Alabama. After two days, for various reasons I was not able to locate a single one. At times the roads were washed out, or for some reason the waterfall just were not there. I was becoming very discouraged. I was I was ready to call this road trip quits and return home. I turned on the radio to listen to some music, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing! It was an old song by TLC called: Don't Go Chasing Waterfalls. For some reason, after I finished laughing, my mood lifted and I decided to stay out on the road for one more day.
As I said before I was in northern Alabama so I found a hotel room in this small town north of Montgomery call with Wetumpka. It was dark when I arrived so I really couldn't get a good look at the place. I tried to edit some of the photographs I taken earlier that day, but quickly grew disgusted and went to bed hoping for better luck the next day.
I got up early the next morning packed my gear and decided to take a little look around Wetumpka. It was a beautiful little town nestled on the banks of the Wetumpka River. I found a parking space in an area right at the foot of the bridge that crossed the river, found a bench and sat down to collect my thoughts. It was early Sunday morning and everything was quiet except for the faint sound of a church choir drifting across the river. So I got up from the bench and started to look around for the source of this music. I saw that it was coming from a beautiful little church on the other side of the bridge. So I grabbed my camera and went to work.
It never ceases to amaze me, when I'm ready to give up on something, but I decide to take one more shot at it it's usually some small little thing like the faint sound of a church choir in the distance that turns everything around. I had been chasing waterfalls for two days, growing more and more frustrated every minute, but I got a say it was worth it.