Our house is on fire – And the baby’s on the roof – No one would believe me – But baby, I got proof The stars keep shinin’ – Don’t mean no thing to me The sky has folded up and said he’s gonna leave,
Our house is on fire – And the baby’s on the roof – No one would believe me – But baby, I got proof The four winds keep howlin’, tellin’ us the tale Everyone’s deep pockets, everyone’s for sale
Our house is on fire – And the baby’s on the roof – No one would believe me – But baby, I got proof Takin’ what we need, and then a whole lot more Mother earth’s done waitin’, She’ll be settlin’ that score
The last two weeks have been very stressful for many reasons. This morning, I slogged into my office knowing how compressed my day would be. I found that one of those main sources (a deadline) had been pushed out seven days! I had been a recluse in my office, closing the door to the outside world so I can concentrate. Then….this reprieve! Woo Hoo!
It’s always an interesting exercise to review the work from the previous year. It’s sort of a snapshot of the previous 12 months and reveals how much effort was put into the craft. As expected, my photographic output was “less than usual”. That happens when artistic efforts are divided among other mediums. Still, 2019 was a year dedicated to returning to older habits that have suffered over the last four years. Most specifically, just getting out there to make photographs.