I took these shots back in October, on a string of foggy, grim days. Bad film, expired and cranky. I only just now notice they all feature power lines and telephone cables. Leashes, or lifelines? Capillaries to keep us connected as we face down the grim month of November. All shot with a Mamiya 7 II camera and 50mm f/4.5 lens, on some old nameless film I bought for a song on Ebay.
Day. Light. Savings.Just after the Gold Rush, just before the Zombie Armageddon. You’ll be awake then, you’ll be lucid and free from concerns. You’ll forget you were ever once worried about global warming, Winter tires, nest eggs. It’s one of those crucial moments in life, like when you lean too far back in your chair, away from the spreadsheets and the deliverables, and you’re just perfectly balanced there in the moment, flirting with disaster. A lot of things can happen […]
I think that one of the reasons that I’m so drawn to closed spaces – or spaces that are empty and cluttered at the same time – is that they have nothing to say. They leave me utterly confounded, forcing me to find something of curiosity or interest in their mundacity. This can have unexpected results and I find myself populating these empty lots with fragments of memories, real or embellished. So Sunday’s blog – four short, short stories (well, […]