March comes in like a lion or a lamb. Depends on which direction you look. Spring is in the air one day, and the next, a chill and blast of wind reminds you that it is still winter. Still, the light in New Mexico is seductive, and just a simple stop at a red light yields wonders.
Final touches are being put on my new books, but a printing snafu dampened my enthusiasm somewhat. Waiting for re-prints to arrive, but cautiously optimistic that all will look good.
Sickness and health. Anxiety and calmness. Bouncing between different poles, like a raft on the sea.
Fantastic night at Meow Wolf this week, seeing Kurt Vile. Always a thrill seeing an artist in their prime, at the peak of their powers.
Photo podcasts keep me company on long rides to Santa Fe, or when I’m having trouble falling asleep, this one in particular resonated with me. (Episode 100.)
Laura Greenfield’s documentary “Generation Wealth” should be required viewing for anyone registering for a credit card, or considering plastic surgery. Man, is it hard to look in the mirror as a society sometimes.
Rough week for me physically, as I ended up spending a couple of days in the hospital. Digestive systems are complex and delicate things, I guess.
Glad to see my friends getting some much deserved recognition for their photo and poetry project. Kudos Justin and Hakim.
Something is drawing me strongly to panoramic photography lately. Perhaps it’s the fact that it completely breaks away from the square format of social media, or the expected ratio of full frame digital image making. For now, force cropping on a digital dslr will have to suffice, but it’s been fun and challenging to work within such tight constrains. Looking at the pano work of Josef Koudelka is particularly inspiring.
So far, just looking up into the branches of the bare tree branches against the winter sky is proving quite fascinating to my eyes.