Thousands of images saved, going back years. Rather than go on another camera spree, it’s time to look back with fresh eyes and give “old” images a renewal.
Prints, eBooks, giving a photo its due here, or nothing at all. I’m going to spend my near term viewing and thinking on what I’ve done, before doing a lot more.
Nihilism doesn’t work for me. I prefer to have an optimistic view of the future. Especially when an informal local network has fun, poking at the recent past.
Devotion to craft and service. Making a lot out of small spaces. Do one or a few simple things right. There is much to learn from how small business makes its way in Japan.
There is no such thing as a Photographer, because they are everywhere and nowhere. So naturally it follows there is no such thing as a Photograph. Symbolic verbiage, identifiable syntax… a keyword.
Only moments, captured with light and mirrors. Add smoke, and it becomes orthodoxy. I suppose then, that I’m gnostic.
If you guessed 1983, you’d be wrong. It’s May 2019. Astoria is a town with a thing for retro automobiles. The old classic did give me the feeling of a faded photograph.
Sentimentality aside, engineering and design progress is a good thing. Love the color, though!