Laura

I've just gotten some film scanned. I forget I even took this photograph of my friend Laura.

Random Images, err, well, not so "random"

I'm not sure where these fit in. There are long discussions to be had about what makes a good photograph, what makes a good picture, what makes art. The first image is the easiest to address an underlying narrative to, the other two may simply be compositional exercises. I see the irony in the fact that I get more obsessive about the images as they get more vague. The top image, the one of the baggage carousel, it took quite a while to fix the distortion that the lens put into it, and it makes me covet the $1800 lenses I see available for my camera.

I like the idea that somewhere a bag arrives where it's supposed to but the person who was supposed to accompany that bag changed his mind last minute and decided to go somewhere else. Go home? Go away? Doesn't matter. The bag ended up where the person thought he/she should go and it would probably be an interesting story if there were ever a way to know it.

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There was a precariousness that was evident. The world, often considered a nemesis of sorts for her, pushed back despite her best efforts to contain it.

Mostly she hoped to not be noticed but there was no containing her. She was too dissimilar. And that’s why he loved her and also why he could never tell her.

Noesis

On the Cusp

Storm clouds are gathering.