Maybe my search for my identity should be filtered/honed/focused/simplified. Like maybe it’s not my entire comprehensive identity that I need to find, just my photographic identity. Such as…am I a portrait shooter, a scenery shooter, maybe macro shooter, pet shooter? Maybe I’m only good for sheep shots? My own sheep shots. I don’t want to shoot anybody’s sheep. I want to shoot my own sheep, not other people’s sheep.
Caged Bird
This is what I wrote about the black and white photograph with the kid sleeping by the bird in the cage:
End of the Song
Let’s keep this girl singing. How can she keep from singing?
Getting To The Point
January 25, 2016. In a dark, dark box.
There’s this trunk I have that has been kept in many places, used for a “table” for my printer or books since somewhere around 1991-1993 when I quit knitting and left the home I thought I would always live in.
Sunday Night
On a Sunday, January 24, 2016
Sometimes people I meet ask me, “How do you like Port Townsend?” People I used to know ask me, “How do you like Port Townsend?” I ask myself the same.
Moving On
When I first moved out here to the opposite side of the country, I decided to make a website that would have a “digital portfolio” so I could apply to big-time high-paying high-times big-paying part-time jobs in Seattle. It only took me two years to get it to the point I could put a link to it in a job application.