There isn't nearly enough black in it. No black, no interest. Would say sorry about that,
I remember the photo magazines and the slow pictures of running water and it was like nothing I ever saw before, water certainly didn’t look like this, and I wanted to learn how to do this, how to make images of water looking like something it isn’t. Later to realise that I much prefer water the way it is.
Perhaps it was supposed to immitate a snow flake.
When having this group of photos and together they imply and implying can be just right but this time it isn’t and staring at them for long and less long it becomes obvious that the pieces aren’t falling anywhere near their intended spots but on youtube there are Guiliana and Mehldau to take the attention away, it wasn’t being helpful to begin with, at all, not at all.
I’m in this valley twice a week, if not more. Normally wearing running shoes, sometimes accompanied by a borrowed dog. It has become a place of significance. So has dog, significant. One photograph doesn’t describe it, the valley. Of course it doesn’t but then, of course it does, only to a very limited extent. Also, now would be a good time to ask; why describe it, but that’s a digression, for another time perhaps. It […]