You may be wondering what this picture is about. Me too. But I have no time to write about anything this morning. In fact, I'm writing this last night in preparation for walking into the jaws of the beast. It will be a day of treachery, and it begins earlier than I am used to. Normally, I own my mornings which begin before light and stretch on while I linger too long. But not today (tomorrow). Early, I must be on my way .
I have a million things to do, really, that I ignore until it is my ruination. I don't even wish to begin a list. If I had time, if it were one of those mornings, I would pull an Annie Dillard and find some objective correlative for all that, some natural trope that would illustrate what I wanted to say without ever saying it. I am a Dillard fan, and I've read enough to discover that trick. Or, perhaps, I might turn to archetype or myth to help me explain.
But not this morning (tonight). There isn't really time. I must get up (go to bed), gird my loins and prepare for the battle. This is what distracts me from making more pictures. Part of it, at least.
I can't remember. I don't think as many people come to this site on Fridays anyway. Or maybe it is more. There are cycles that I don't understand. But this Friday, you will have to be content with this post. A girl in a vintage circus costume w/o context. Perfect.
For the last two hours or so I've been watching a series on Ovation called The Genius of Photography:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.bbc.co.uk/photography/genius/
From what I've seen -- context can often get in the way of photography that is art
so I think you are good.
no context fits the mood of the day. I've finally resorted to lists...but I keep losing them. I hope your journey into the jaws of the beast wasn't too painful.
ReplyDeleteL, Flatterer. But not a "genius," eh?
ReplyDeleteR, Make a list of all you lists so you can keep track. As far as the beast is concerned, I'm not to the belly yet.