It takes an innate passion to rise before dawn, don hip boots and outdoor gear, and haul a kayak into a marsh gut to spend hours in the company of swarms of mosquitoes. Yet, David Harp’s best, most productive days, start that way. “I love being in the marsh when the sun comes up and the dew is on the grasses. It’s a religious experience for me,” he reflects.
It is a simplistic truth that in order to capture the Chesapeake’s ever changing landscape and light, you have to practice “being there,” as Harp is fond of saying, but there is much more to his aphorism. He recognizes that you can visit the same place dozens of times, and still have a unique experience, see something special, notice what is different. As his friend and collaborator, Tom Horton, has written of Harp: “He knows…how fog-blottered light coaxes colors from the drabbest salt-marsh, and what favors that pearly, luminous-gray light you get some days on the Bay does to white objects like swans and watermen’s boats.”
“Being there” is why, even after some 50 years photographing the Chesapeake region, Harp’s images consistently surprise, enchant, and instruct us, communicating new stories and retelling familiar ones in unique ways.