The further I journey into life, the more I realize how little control I have over things that are truly important. As this realization dawns on me I look for releases that renew my spirit and give me hope. Running answers this need for me. Pushing myself physically, mentally, and emotionally, I pound the roads and the trails. In return I gain an increased awareness, self assurance, power, and contentment.

Such a sacred personal experience should not be taken for granted. This reality hit me several years ago when a bulging disc in my back ruptured. There were weeks where I could barely walk and it was nine months before I could run again. I felt like I had lost my best friend. When we were reunited it was with stipulations based on the health and limits of my back. Running is a gift that I now safeguard to prolong it for as long as possible.

Knowing this experience could be taken from me permanently, I actively began seeking another activity that promoted these same sensations. I found a sister to running in photography. I saw the world with new eyes; ordinary things became beautiful and amazing. Like running, photography makes me a better person and my world a better place.

Friendships need time and patience to grow and to deepen. This is true of my relationship with photography. Searching my soul, I explore light and unusual camera angles. Exhilarated by the light’s ability to change, intensify, or nullify the color of an object, I work shooting controlled, close-up images of objects which refract and reflect light. Like Minor White, I believe the universe can be found in the miniscule. Printing my intimate images on a large scale heightens their ephemeral qualities. After the work is done, I immerse myself in the finished image and transcend the body. Neither my experience nor my images are static; they are constantly growing and evolving. The ultimate fulfillment would be to compel you, the viewer, to participate in the journey.

Cindy McConkie