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Allen Mowery

Allen Mowery



One thing that inspired me as a child was life. People. Emotion. Reality. Truth. I would devour every issue of National Geographic I could get my hands on. I studied them…without even knowing I was doing it. I wasn’t enthralled by pretty pictures (although there were plenty), I wasn’t mesmerized by the airbrushed ads. I was captivated by images that told a story; images that gave a glimpse – if only for a mere moment – into the lives of another; images that showed happiness, sadness, joy, and pain; images that were real. The local librarians used to joke that they knew when I was there, because all the history books were gone from the shelves. And, that was often the case, even from portions of the adult section. I loved history, but I loved the documentation of history even more. I mentally ingested countless images of fighting soldiers, weeping mothers, dead bodies, pain, and suffering. I was fascinated by the visual record of such horrific events as the Holocaust, war, and genocide. The images were REAL! No staging in the world could replicate the stories those images told. This is what I’m trying to bring to my photography, a sense of realistic storytelling, a glimpse into the life and emotions of another human being.
Some traditions bear a greater resemblance to fads, here today and gone tomorrow.  Yet, others are timeless, somehow etched into the fabric of civilization.  
<br/>Since the dawn of time, older generations have held a place of esteem within the community, not only for their vast knowledge and sage advice, but as a guiding force, taking succeeding generations under their wings and guiding them into maturity.  It is disheartening to see the waning of this generational prestige in many western cultures, an abandonment of the elderly by those decades their junior and an almost reciprocated scorn for youth.
<br/>But, every so often we still see a comforting mergence of old and young, a bridging of the generational gap as has been so prevalent since our ancestors of old.
<br/>These two, grandfather and grandson, were a heartwarming tale of just how far love and admiration can go in overcoming the invisible gap of time.  Both with their matching  fishing vests, identical hats, and boots, sitting along the banks of a local stream taking in a favorite pastime brought a smile to my face and reassured me that the bond is still alive.

Bridging the Gap

Published October 2nd, 2012

Some things should never change.

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