Wednesday, January 2, 2019
A bad year ended well. On the last evening, I bit into a gummy candy and pulled off a crown. December 31. I am hoping that is the end of it. I go to the dentist tomorrow. We'll see if I am lucky or not.
I love this photo for silly reasons. It is a film picture taken straight from a scan without manipulation. The colors of film are different from digital. I can't explain it. Flowers and light and art. So be it.
I have returned to the factory. People are nice, but the day has worn me out. I am not well though I have fooled myself sitting on the couch. Long way to go.
I want to take pictures, kids. I really do. But all I can manage now are the occasional snapshot, so that is what we'll live with. I am studying the masters with intensity, though, trying to determine what they did and why they did it. I look at picture after picture in search of answers. It is difficult. I want to look at everything they did, not simply the book or two (or ten) that has been published. Surely there is an algorithm for each project.
I continue to photograph my house, my yard, the trash cans and car fenders, getting each a bit better or worse but sometimes knowing why. Everything is a matter of focus and talent. Talent. What is that? It is a cover word too large and ambiguous. It is in a category of words that oppress us. It has more to do with madness, I think.
I'll tell you more as I think of it.
A forbidden whiskey and some glee. We find it where we can.