Install the attic fan Take out the garbage cans Set up the garden beds Adjust the doors on the garden sheds Fix the leak By end of week Remake cabinet doors Finish out kitchen floors Paint the baseboard trim Fix the light so dim
How ’bout maybe just make some simple photos. That’ll do.
Two more weeks and I’m officially “retired.” Pretty sure I will stil have plenty to do!
She waited with nary a flinch Though, I could read her disappointment “I think I’m back” I said “We’ll see” she quipped “We’ll see”
Stealing time….doing something selfishly regenerative is sometimes an absolute. So with camera in hand, I got back to a concerted session. Hoping the clouds busted up to reveal the moon…and who knows what can happen?! It was nice. All that light reading put me in a state.
I have a name that is meaningless to most I am mostly invisible and can only be seen by those who are diligently searching Once found, I can be disappointing In order to see me fully you must freeze and perform a tedious, deductive search To know me fully you must look at me over and over again in the same context Then process what you see to reveal any detail
My poor wife I am a comet
Photography can be about self exploration sometimes. This frame was a bit of a cold night effort, +50 frames made to render this mediocre result. It was just too cold for these old bones.
Even as retirement looms Tension unabates Everything is important Costly One mistake Can ruin everything
Detail and compliance Rule my life A sense of hurtling Through space Its friction Burning Tearing through my space suit
This new place. A walk behind the house Up the side of the mountain Signs Reading “Property Boundary – National Forest Behind This Sign”
It’s quiet here. A bark in the distance Children’s voices bounce endlessly Across the vale
Ten weeks And I hit the wall Or Fall off the cliff Either way It will be an adventure
In 1984 I started my glazing apprenticeship. The last 32+ years with the same company. We have grown to a sizable concern, glazing many hospitals, universities and such. April 1, 2023 will start a new chapter. https://www.towerglass.com/
We stand upon the precipice A thousand story edifice The constant threat All comes to this
What shall I do with my day?
I have heard it said many times that photography is dead. Too many cameras. Too many photographers. Now, with AI, the human element of photography is superfluous. Humans are simply not needed any more for this endevor. Perhaps. This brings fear to the surface and it is only at the surface. A photographer performs this for themselves first. It is cathartic. It is the challenge that brings us back. It is discovery that makes our pulse race. It is the satisfaction of story and message, nuance, detail and blur, color and tone, and the mastering of the sun’s energy that drives us. Too many cameras? Too many photographers? Ok. Each have their own journey. AI? Ok. Without photographers, AI would have no reference to make its art. Machine art. Souless, lifeless machine art. If that is what the masses want. So be it. Photographers know each other and the shared struggle to create. Machines, not so much.