So Saturday night on the way to the memorial for Esko…a great musical tribute with talk about his connection with music and no mushy god stuff…I wish I had known him better, but I think I would have had to have been connected to church stuff more.
Commentary
This was the original category for journalistic writing for the first of Ginny’s photo classes. I kept it up as a journal while taking some of her other classes. The subheadings were class topics of various other classes I attended. There is quite a span of time when I didn’t add anything here, and most of the photos for her classes were printed—I have piles of them. This category used to be called “Photo Classes” because the posts were more like a journal. I made this category into one of the subheadings under the “Photo Classes” heading. Some of this writing is sickeningly personal and totally not newsworthy.
Today
Today I was so relieved to be leaving the house, thinking about the prospect of leaving anyway, but before I did leave I ended up fiddling with the website again. It almost felt like I had no job, was retired and going to a class like the rich people seem to have time to do. Then I would be a brain flash about, oh wait, what day is it, do I have to work at the ferry today, no, it’s my day off, the reason I could be going to the class, leaving the house.
Tiny Flowers
Such tiny flowers I found on the sidewalk. So I had to take a picture of the mother bush.
Spring
Outside my window are some signs of spring. Buds on the tree. Faithfully reappearing every year.
So?
I’m tryin’ to think but nuttin’ happens!
Did I find my identity that I was searching for? Did I make a bold move into the unknown shaking off the heavy coils of the past? Did I refine my style of photography so I know what it is? Did I create the sweater of all time by sewing up my swatches in to one? No. But here is what I did get/do/find/make…
Identity
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: