My close friend Michael and I spent a day recently in northern Oklahoma, attempting with some success to photograph the Great Salt Plains area. The reason we do this is entirely artistic. This exercise in imaging isn’t in any way commercially viable; we’re not building our portfolios to sell online, and we don’t have any clients paying us to do this. The reason we went, and the reason we have been doing things like this for our entire adult lives, is to express something artistic about our subjects, and to keep fresh and alive our desire to create art.

Earlier this year a photographer friend of mine visited our home, and while he was here I decided to take him around the patch to photograph, or attempt to photograph, the rustic character of our bucolic acreage; the windmill, the old Chevy, the barn, the shed with the garage sale dishes still on top of it, the elms, the apples, the rusted nails on the fence posts, and on and on. I never get tired of photographing it, and am able to find a beauty in making pictures of my little corner of the country.

I was astonished and disappointed when, sometime later, this photographer described the experience as “pretty worthless.” I don’t think his comment was directed at our hospitality as much as it was meant to express the fact that the images he was getting were valueless to him, and probably that they were commercially valueless. I certainly don’t have a problem with the notion that professional photographers have to make a living. It’s what I do for a living, after all. At the same time, at least for me, there is a constant desire to expand my craft, and expand it in all directions. I hope that part of this desire is due to the fact that I am not just a professional photographer, but also an artist.

The way I try to do this, of course, is by going places I don’t normally go, with people with whom I don’t normally shoot, often with different equipment, and almost always with a different audience in mind. Who is this different audience? I can’t say exactly, but like to imagine they are educated, curious, open-minded, and hungry for art of substance. I know I’m flattering myself when I say that, but part of an artist’s goal is to aspire to a greatness only he can imagine.

An odd goal I tried to iterate to Michael on this trip was that I wanted to try to create images with a sense of sarcasm. The overwhelming majority of my daily images are entirely straightforward, and I wanted to explore the notion of making images that were somehow satirical or sarcastic. I don’t know if I achieved any of this, but in the end, an artistic endeavor like this is a success if the artist learns something about how to create or express himself, and I believe I did that this time, and every time I let myself think outside the box.