I’ve been making trips back to Big Talbot Island lately, reflecting on the changes to the area since I began photographing there many years ago. My beloved rock-like peat formations at one spot, which once resembled small cliffs, have been crumbled by the tides and nor’easters. The tree that once stood proudly upright on the sand for years after sliding from the bluff is now gone. Change is inevitable in any landscape, but in no other place have I seen more change than along my favorite slice of Florida shoreline on Big Talbot Island.
I’ve started a project to bear witness to this passage of time, and to bring my work on Big Talbot Island full circle. It’s a unique place, once inhabited for thousands of years by the Mocama Indians whose livelihood came from the sea. For over twenty-five years now, Talbot’s eroding shores have been the hunting ground where I’ve found abstract scenes and grandeur in miniature, fulfilling my artistic needs with it’s ephemeral beauty.
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