All I asked for were awkward poses and a distant intimacy in the photographs. Sometimes it worked out and the photographs were weird enough to catch one's eye. There's a stage. What's the story? Create a relatable mystery, I thought.
I want to start over now, begin anew, but I am often tired. I need a managing assistant, someone to get me where I need to go, to encourage me, bring me coffee, and just be a general helper. Someone young, of course, to give me balance and get me access.
All this person would need are my cameras. Then I would just be a technical advisor. And then in a short while, I would not be needed at all.
The big money in art photography now lies in those photographers with the greatest production skills. Some photo shoots are as complicated as a movie set. After that, the images are handed off to someone who can digitally enhance them in tone and hue and contrast.
I have decided I want to make primitive pictures. I went into a drawer the other day and looked at boxes and boxes of old experiments. Man, I used to be productive. I tried everything, and now some of it gives me inspiration. All I need is an energy infusion and hope.
But sometimes it seems I wake up tired and am looking forward to my evening bed. I don't know if it is mental or physical, but it certainly could be both. I didn't even realize it was the Harvest moon last night until someone knocked on my door late and informed me. I got to see it through the hazy clouds for a moment. For the last fifteen years or so, I think I have posted some version of the song "Harvest Moon" here on the blog. Hmm."Because I'm still in love with you, I wanna see you dance again, because I'm still in love with you on this Harvest moon."