Starting school today had a lot of similar emotions to going caving, although the outcome is probably different. When I went caving with some friends at the falling rock cave systems in Scottsboro, there was anticipation and excitement. I knew that it would be fun, but I also knew that it was going to be hard work - much like starting school. I don’t really know what I’m getting into, but it’s good to be outside of the apartment.
Dangerous rocks, muddy floors, no official tour guide, and the dark: I couldn’t help but bring my camera. The risk of destroying the camera was well worth the experience. I realized how much I enjoy night photography, the study of light, and the study of movement.
This is the man who let us into the cave and pointed us in the right direction he’s a part of the spelunking organization. His job was to make sure that we didn’t get lost in the cave and sue the organization. He also graciously pointed us in the right direction in a huge confusing cave. This shorter than average height guy with a pot belly was like a cave monkey. He would be hiking behind us, and five minutes later he would appear in front without traveling through the group. When we took a wrong turn he would appear ten to twenty minutes later to point us in the right direction.
As when I hike in the woods, I try to get ahead to take a photo and then catch up and get ahead again It was a bit easier in the cave because the terrain was extreme. There was no walking and looking through photos, I had to stop and look at them in place to make sure that I didn’t trip on a rock or fall down a whole. We would climbing up or down piles of huge heavy rock, walking hunched over, or more pleasantly walking on flat ground with a surprising amount of room over our heads.
In a nutshell, it was fantastic to combine my love of exploration, movement, and light painting photography.