Category: A Symbol Life

Finding Time

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setting out the possibles, asking which add, which don’t. Early mistakes with new knowledge make correction necessary. Fix that file layout. The camera convention is based on a single camera. Ooh. [ perhaps a process post forthcoming]

Deciding between writing and ‘real’ working, ie, the purpose tasks. Writing is important, not always key. Some writing, because of the topic, is not central to my path. Not on my keyway.

This notation is a stop point for my logging. a marker to remind me about picture making. Let the long form, history writers have the air.

This came up over the past week. I know the Valley Actors. Didn’t trust them, still don’t. In prep for editing a set of images, I found pictures worth more than storage. In tracking the file I promised the interior one to make more image material. It is what moves me.

So, to that.

By Their Death

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The RIP of others. Two three today. There are few weeks that pass without a death of the world of meanings.

When younger, I didn’t note the passings of most of my field. Maybe because I was raised on independence. Perhaps because by 22 I’d knew the smell of cordite, skin, blood. Whatever mixture makes real actions, until the past decade, death was final as well as paper.

burial camps: you honor yourself in the way you honor them. The self you never had they are yourself they took the path you never took a live the life that you read about 

the thing they share: they work in black.

George Tice: [‘Bard of New Jersey’ With a Camera, Dies at 86] I knew of his work without following his life. His is work that meanders into or across my ready understanding. It can add. Maybe it will, although I doubt it since my work, world of workers is quite full. My ideas run over.

The others: two from the camp of others, those whose images didn’t cross over my middle or current table. They would have held me as a young imagination, just not for long. They took similar paths, maybe, but they certainly have similar followers. Often death is the marker of similarities.

Too often death marks our life with our absences, lacks, short falls. Reviewing a life provides stimulus to consider ours. Who do we live among. What is your relationship with photography. Do you have a constructive, nurturing system?

How much is enough?