What images and scenes from our daily lives become imprinted into memory? Do our surroundings matter as much as we think they do, or are we more resilient than that, only remembering the remarkable stuff, the beautiful? I made this photograph standing at the edge of the playground of an elementary school near where we live. Overall, the scene is about as ugly as it gets; on the other hand, with a narrower field of view, I noticed that the reflections of the trees were remarkably beautiful in this large muddy drainage pond. Are there any pristine landscapes to be seen anywhere anymore? Soon we'll all be carrying long telephoto lenses with us in order to home in on the unblemished part of the landscape.
