Cub Run Pond

"Nature is what is left over after every other demand has been satisfied." Lewis Baltz

Cub Run Pond

Cub Run Pond

Scattered throughout the suburbs are small spaces on which, as Baltz suggests, few demands are made.  It is easy to overlook them as we are drawn to the man made, to that which serves a human purpose.  Cub Run Pond is one such place - a drainage pond in a busy subdivision next to a 6-lane road.  The pond is easy to ignore - brushy, at times dirty, choked with weeds, guarded by a steep bank.  The eye passes over it quickly for more human concerns; children playing outside the nearby town houses, the stoplights on the busy road, pedestrians in the upcoming crosswalk.  I began making  photographs at the little pondasa sketchbook exercise designed to keep my eye active. And so in my own way, I too dismissed that bit of land and water that seemed to hold little human interest. As time went on, however, something deepened. I found that the pond rewarded my attention with moments of peace, beauty, even dark hints of mystery.  I have spent more than a year now, visiting Cub Run Pond regularly, making images.  "Nature," the poet Gary Snyder reminds us, "is not a place to visit.  It is home."