(while thinking of elderly pussies)
Lately I’ve been struck with how I really love what you can’t see in a photograph. Diana Arbus
P.s. Notice to a retired photography student: photography is about what one sees, not about the efforts one needs to perform to get a picture.
(while thinking of elderly people)
There is no such a thing as artistic photography. In photography, like in all things, there are people who can see and others who cannot even look.
Nadar
(while facing a daily reality)
The collodion process is an early photographic process – I made these at 7am, this morning. It took me about 15 seconds, to demystify the idea of craftsmanship. (And I even neglected my Photoshop skills lately.)
I feel a little like Cassandra-like figure, popping up in the Land of Local Catholic Artists.
P.s. People say photographs don’t lie, mine do. Honestly.
(while fighting a reality)
(Searching eternal glory and smelling paint)
(while accepting a reality)
‘There is one kind of prison where the man is behind bars, and everything that he desires is outside; and there is another kind where the things are behind the bars, and the man is outside.’
Upton Sinclair
(while teaching photography)
(itinerary)
(between homes)
(old home)
(New elevator blues)
(New instruction)
(A day off)
(New chapter)
(Meeting the right people, over and over again)
(Meeting the right people)
(The way the camera saw it)
Someone said:
‘I really believe there are things nobody would see if I didn’t photograph them’
It must have been on a Sunday, when she wrote it.
“It is difficult to get a man to understand something, when his salary depends on his not understanding it.” Upton Sinclair
(Perspective bonus)
(Perspective of a day in life)
(Children at work, in Roeselare)
