Sneakers and shadows. Walks with a lo-res camera. The watch that sees. None of these are photographs — they are observations
- gray patterns
- lights without any meanings… never about “the light,” nope, not a golden, not a gilded hour.
- observation for changes of and around.
Seeing one thing atunes the mind to seeing the other. Walk past, or slow. About a mile apart, and several days between them. The stump came first, although I’ve noticed and rejected years worth of the slatted sun”strokes”
the first prompt; this came on the walk with the stump and “bars”. Alerting me, but without being anything particular. Actually, not being an interesting general — this was a specific — not special.
in a river of light.
I am permitted; by my permission. I own my eyes. Photography has always been cheap and easy for me. I soup my own. With the transformed manner of imaging, visual realizing is low friction. Near zero cost, even less costly of last hours.
and on to Dirk…
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