The handsome young man who worked at the cellphone shop at the local shopping mall several years ago has become the tired looking, overweight young man who works at the cellphone shop at the local shopping mall. Not that I’m stalking him, but I wonder why. Several whys in fact.
A photograph that doesn’t feel like a thousand others (I might be mistaken about that, but best to enjoy it while it lasts).
I’m beginning to think that The terminal is missing something. Not sure what, but this is an attempt.
White Guy Photography (njwv.wordpress.com) White Guy Photography Part 2 (njwv.wordpress.com) The White Stuff (fototazo.com) Much that I relate to. And a number of my photographs just got reduced to, or correctly categorized (at last), as trophies.
Looking at the pile that is ‘New Landscapes’, all I feel is a thick and deep and nasty feeling of contempt. That is the first sign in a long time that I might be on to something vaguely important. So in that sense I appreciate it. And hope that it won’t wear off. But it will certainly make the work a little more difficult to deal with.
So I went out chasing ghosts. With a tripod and a camera and then drove off to see a few places of personal significance, places with a sweet, and bitter, if not a little nasty aftertaste. You know, the sort of places where things took place—things that for some reason became welded to your memory—and afterwards history happened. It can’t be seen in the photo but the rain was banging on the umbrella as I […]