Clever

"Prom Dress"

I want to begin a new series. "Prom Dress." If I can find enough women who still have theirs. Sarah showed up with hers and I made this simple portrait last week. When I processed the image, I thought that the idea might work. But how many people still have them? What happens to them all? And who can still get them on? I'd love to shoot some women looooong past prom night wearing them like Miss Haversham. But that was a wedding dress, and maybe I can expand to those, too. I'm thinking that I will collect stories with pictures. Write them at the bottom.

And so I forge on, happy with the images I am making, not obsessing about the errors, at least not to the point of quitting. I am staying positive. About the photos, I mean. Where's the harm? As for the rest of life--it's just not so easy. I can't turn off comments there.

Last night, I ate at a perfect fish restaurant, Fish Co. It is tiny, and so it is always crowded. They make fish as you dream it should be. My friend and I sat outside and chatted, and at some clever point in the conversation I turned and said, "That will be tomorrow's blog entry." Now, I haven't a clue what it was. Did I say "clever"? I meant "brilliant"? Surely it was. Think of all the brilliance lost over time, unrecorded conversations that are forgotten, that simply drift away into the void. They are like lost rolls of film that you are certain contain the most important photographs you have ever taken. Why are they always on the lost roll? Why do the ones we get developed rarely have such wonderful images on them?

But that is what keeps the universe humming, along with the lost sock that never turns up in the dryer. I will have to content myself with telling you that the conversation was both clever and brilliant. A night to remember. I wish I could remember it.