In 1976, a film by the name of Logan’s Run was released, and quickly became something that my young mind gravitated to. In the movie, when one reached the age of 30, you would participate in a ritual of rebirth where you would be “renewed” by being terminated. The thought was that by being reborn you would start life young again and continue living in this purely utopian society, under a domed, technological city of the future. The problem was that not all wished to conform, thinking that this rebirth was a lie, and wanting to continue growing older. Subsequently you became a “runner” looking to escape to a mythical place, spoken only in hushed tones, known as “Sanctuary”.
This concept fascinated and resonated with me, and I found myself wondering what my Sanctuary would be? What was my safe place? If I needed to run in times of trouble or discontent, where would I go? I quickly realized my own fondness for nature and the solitude and strength that Mother Nature provided. This was a very primal pull I was feeling, an instinct of survival, like returning to the days of early human existence. Certainly though, my vague ideas existed more in my dreams than in real life, and Sanctuary for me became a place that is as dark and mysterious as it is bright and hopeful.
Spending time in nature, often in profound wonder, brings peace of mind during troubling times. It is an escape; a safe place where one can become intimate with the elements that surround you. These are the opportunities to take in views that help to explore your thoughts and perceptions, and how you see your own place in this world. These images are representative of home, and finding beauty in the often darker and fractured recesses of the mind. Each image is a mysterious place, both real and unreal, captured from the safety of my own imagination. Each has become my own Sanctuary.