From Some Things One Cannot

Life gets tedious in the muggy south in the summer.  People get grumpy.  Just now, all I have to do are things I abhor doing.  I must call a plumber, an electrician, and a painter.  I must make one dentist appointment and appointments with three doctors.  I have a ton of insurance problems related to the accident and many, many calls to make.  I need to mulch the driveway and replace a dead Canary Island palm (read "expensive").  And I can't believe how much there is to do when you are about to retire.  It is a lot of work. 

These are not things I want to think about.  I feel the constraint of time. 

Meanwhile, people revel in mysteries.  Mysteries are much easier to deal with than science. 

Here's a mystery.  It seems every old white guy on t.v. has been caught up in some past scandal that has ruined his life and career except for Wolf Blitzer.  What's up with that? 

Just sayin'. 

There were break ins in my neighborhood last night.  Cars, not houses.  The streets were crawling with police this morning.  When I found out, I ran to check my car.  All good there.  I'm tired of losing camera gear. 

Jan Bernhardtz (link) is a hero of mine.  He is a wonderful photographer who has kept making wonderful photographs after he retired.  His art evolves.  I can't wait one day to go to Berlin and have a cup with him. 

One of the things that haunts a smart photographer is his or her own style.  Eventually he or she feels the need to leave a project or a style behind to work on something new.  Often, the new thing is not as good as the old, or at least so it feels. 

I need a new project.  A project.  I think I am going to try to find applications for Guggenheim grants so I can read through the proposals.  Maybe I'll steal one that wasn't funded.

That's my idea this morning, anyway.

Now it is time to turn my attention to all those things I wish to avoid.  Sometimes one wishes to simply run away, but some things can't be run from.

But from some things one cannot run.