Text by Charles S. Pinzino
Photography by F. Lee Cornelison
Truth is often murky, not fully fathomed until its habitats
have been sufficiently disturbed.
A pond daydreams, disguising it’s depths
by mirroring the sky.
Ripples dissolve distinctions of color and form, floating impressionistic images on fluid canvas. Water mimics sky: algaeic clouds moss the horizon.
A tree wades, rooted in its own reflection.
Surfaces reflect at most angles and are seldom transparent. To know depth, we must forgo surface enchantments, temporarily exchanging buoyancy for immersion.
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