Monday, October 21, 2019
There are enough pictures now. There are plenty, and more will be made today than were made in the world from the invention of photography until 1964.
I made that up, but I'll bet it is close to being correct.
I went to a Swap Meet yesterday. I didn't take Ili. It wasn't that kind. It was camera gear. I walked away without purchasing anything, but I made a new acquaintance. He was making wet plate photos with an antique camera and some big, brass, antique lenses. Since I've made wet plates before, I stood around and made snappy comments like I was the master at it. It was hot and he was sweating as I do when I'm trying to use the big 8x10 camera. He was fairly new at the process, and he was nervous with everyone watching, but he had a cool darkroom setup that I will copy, a small grow tent with battery powered red LED lights. Genius.
He and I talked and he said he would like to get together sometime, so we exchanged numbers.
Ha! It was a Swap Meet.
When I got home, I started looking around the internet for the things I'd need to begin making wet plate images again.
Why? Why would I want to do that?
I quit and began making dinner for my mother. Now making that was good, wholesome fun.
Make Dinner, Not Photographs.
I was going to get up this morning, get into the car with my cameras, and go out to take some photos, but I remembered that the electrician is coming at 7:30 to install new breaker boxes, so I was off the hook.
Besides, as I say, there are enough pictures now. Right? Plenty.
That doesn't mean I will quit making them. I will add to the cultural residue, too. But pictures have become like plastic. They are choking the life out of us.