A NEW ENDING

Well I’m trying to not care about caring about the public face of photography. So I’m wondering why I might carry on here. It feels spent.

Where do I go from there?

Conclusions are good. Or, maybe, they can be good. After all, you arrive at a conclusion, don’t you? And when you arrive somewhere it’s a new beginning, isn’t it?

So I’m going to stop posting here every Sunday. Instead I’ll post when there’s something I feel needs this platform. Who knows?

I’ll be hyping new posts on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter, so follow me there if you want to keep track.

Happy New Year.

NOVEMBER (MIXED FEELINGS)

This loose edit is as far as I got for November.

I have mixed feelings about these. On the one hand, I sort of like them. On the other hand I’m not sure they mean that much to me, and I’m at the stage in my life now where taking photos that I just like doesn’t scratch my itch. I want more.

Some have told me that I should file these away and carry on this work next November, to add to this over time and, that way, end up with something more. Not a bad idea. But I’m not sure.

I reserve the right, though, to look at these later and to change my mind. Perhaps over time I will see something here that I’m missing now, perhaps they will move me and provide the insight I crave.

But at this point in time I consider this November thing a failed experiment. Nevertheless it is grist for the mill, and my mind’s a mill.

And on that note drool. will be taking a break. See you back here in 2019.

NOVEMBER (IS OVER)

Well, despite the bravado with which I ended last week’s post, I must report that November (the project) is over. The snows that came early this year threw a wrench into my plans.

With November, I knew exactly what I wanted to evince, and I needed grey and brown forlorn dreary landscapes to do it. Not to mention I had just thirty days and 30 sheets of 4×5 film to get it done.

But after spending some time this week out in the snow, photographing, and after scanning and considering the results, it became obvious that it just wasn’t going to work. The snow wrecked it.

When you go out to look for evidence that will support your foregone conclusion it’s entirely possible you won’t find it. Either that or you’ll see that there’s more to the story that you originally thought or wanted. If I had gone into November with a different mindset it would be a different story, I could have used the snow to add a layer to the thing.

But I was looking for something specific and Nature conspired against me. Believe me when I tell you, though, that I don’t subscribe to (most) conspiracy theories. Plus, I’m not taking it personally.

I’ll leave you here with a few snowy landscapes, and the words of the Québécois poet and singer Gilles Vigneault:

Mon pays, ce n’est pas un pays, c’est l’hiver
Mon jardin, ce n’est pas un jardin, c’est la plaine 
Mon chemin, ce n’est pas un chemin, c’est la neige 
Mon pays, ce n’est pas un pays, c’est l’hiver*

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My country is not a country, it’s winter
My garden is not a garden, it’s the plain
My path is not a path, it’s the snow
My country is not a country, it’s winter