John Engelbrecht

"Josh is a Bird"

I was taken with the first line of Fata Morgana, the Montaigne quote conveying the idea of one's memory being unfamiliar to oneself.  

I recently took a long drive out west, exploring some of the same areas I photographed on a similar long drive a decade ago. Now, back home, I have the same result as the former trip: a pile of 4x6 B&W images that document specific slices of time and skew, imprint, and contain my memory to a finite set of frames, a finite set of slices of time. I pretend and present myself as if I can find a trace of myself in these images, though I know this will not last. The image within the image is my son, Josh, running down a sloping trail, arms spread like wings, in western Colorado.