Picture Notes

It’s what I do.

Sometimes I think that it would be great to be the highly paid catalog photographer who jets around the country photographing beautiful women driving the latest high powered boats, or spend my time locked in thought with Annual Report Designers trying to decide if the model should wear a grey or black suite with that green tie, but I don’t do this kind of thing right now.

During the day I photograph people who sometimes try to pose for the camera, but are mostly conditioned to be numb to it’s presence.  During my free time I like to look at patterns and things, like rain falling on a leaf forming crystal droplets.  It’s all good. My boat is floating for right now. There is no intent to try and sell anything and these images won’t go to the stock agency.  I was thinking about printing them as wall art when I made them.

Looking out over the swamp…

I’m just a guy at work, really, that’s all.
I have no gold, nothing that I can bring
To the situation, or a way of cementing a friendship.

And I just sit in my cubicle
And listen to the din
Of the office, always just wishing I could leave
And not be there, in that space, in my head.

The work has become dull
And my mind has become dull with it
And there is no one giving out
Candy anymore, just glasses of water.

So is it any wonder that for diversion
The workers play mind games with each other,
These are the people they spend all
Their time with and still consider
the enemy.
They like to play them and use them as tools.
I hope it’s not like that with their spouses.

The ability to stop time.

Is the creation of a photograph the stopping of time? I never thought of photography exactly like that, but more like the creation of a memory, but I just saw the 2006 film “Cashback”.  The moment needs to be recorded because that’s the sum of who we are and what we remember.

I’ve decided that photographically I have to leave my comfort zone.

South Dakota Badlands -

Now that I’m more of a photo library manager than a photographer my concern is if the photographs are telling the right story.  Sometimes the images are so far off the mark that I worry that I’m really looking at unrecognized genius and the world has passed me by - just joking, I’m not going to take responsibility for everything.  I can easily research this and find out what being shot on the same subject.

America has large patches of land that are eroding so fast trees can’t grow and also places where the largest trees on earth grow.  Life just depends on where you are standing.

Beartooth Highway, Montana

The recycled blog.  It looks like American politics has disintegrated into some bad kabuki theater.

A recycled poem:

No Doubt

Silence freezes the mind
quiet, like ice fog
made from tears