Wednesday, July 26, 2017
Once Upon a Time
I've been going through my old hard drives, and good news--I found my old Lonesomeville files. Bad news--I'm finding everything else, too. Depresses me. I used to take a lot of pictures. I used to do a lot of processing and experimentation. It must have been all I did. It will take me hundreds of hours to get through it all. There are a billion images that have never been processed. Now I will begin a gargantuan task. I will organize and catalogue it all, get them onto labelled drives, back those up, and maybe know where I can lay hands on things when I want to.
I don't know that I will be allowed the time.
I'm thinking about a trip to Detroit City. Yup. It is cheap and my friend who has been is encouraging me to go. I've had other people ask me why I would rather go there than go to Quebec City or Toronto. A couple reasons come to mind. One is that it would cost more. The other is, who in the hell goes to Detroit? I'll tell you who when I come back. I hear it is becoming an artists town, a hip spot like old SoHo before the Bobos got there. I will take my camera. I have no idea what I will see, but shooting in Downtown Detroit City should be something. If I don't get shot. I am full of all the news stories from there. I won't know until I go.
This is a picture from the files--NYC, 2010. I will be digging through them for days upon days.
Last night I slept alone and dreamed of taking pictures, black and white film and my little Leica M7. It is what I want to do. Not all I want to do, but what I want to do. I will. I have to work it out. There must be pictures, there must be pictures. . . .
I used to be good.