In my 45 years on Cape Ann, I’ve experienced several cycles of extreme weathers. With the resurgent interest in photographing the quarries of Rockport evidenced by several photographers, painters, hikers, and nature lovers, I wish to share back to when I first encountered Flat Ledge Quarry (Swan’s Pit).
From 2001 through 2002, Rockport lost 85% of its stored water capacity. The extended drought revealed a landscape of quarry walls not seen since 1930.
Above – 2002 Flat Ledge Quarry (expand to full size), is a panoramic view that we may not see again in the measure of our lives. As the waters receded and the rail bed revealed along the right side of the quarry, I arrived every morning to document what was being uncovered. This vista was a daily descent into unknown territory. For my friends Skip, Paul, Nick & Gil there is much to absorb from this image: reflections encompassed with an added ring of high water markings, the derelict stone sled in the foreground (invitation into the image plane, and a stop sign of silenced activity). Our enthusiasm for ‘liking’ pales before the descent.
What is there to “like?” At best to bear silent witness, and this is one of the first lessons I absorbed from the great Rockport Drought, to speak on behalf of the landscape. To return day after day, hour after hour, to work the rock walls, to trace the path of the quarry cutters with my own path. Soon, this led to my life long works – ‘Chapters on a Quarry Wall.’ http://www.chaptersonaquarrywall.com
For me, one of the true signs of Spring moving along is the gathering of the red leaf bud casings which cling to the quarry walls and crevices. The casings are on alert, before the dry winds of summer arrive; now still wet and holding the April rains, they slowly move along, from top of the quarry down to the vernal pools below…. this image was from 6:15 pm Saturday the 30th of April
Now the time begins to shorten for strong light and shadows, soon the buds and leaves will dapple and soften the rock surfaces
The companion to the Near Infinite
This blossoming became a spring time ritual in the quarry. Five years ago it ceased blossoming. I love the mirroring of the quarry in the line of the flowers.