Where where where

Posted on February 15, 2006 in Mania Originality & Creativity Photography

The task of uploading and shuffling around the nearly 600 (so far) photos that I have scanned over the last ten years brought me to one of those overwhelming questions that T.S. Eliot ridiculed as worthy of a cauliflower-nosed Tennyson: what made me stop taking pictures in mid-2004? That’s not a fair statement: I did take photos up to the end of 2004, but they were “on assignment”. I wrote “on assignment”, too. What happened was that I lost my love for a time.

Lost lost lost. There is the camera phone, but that’s not the same as the Nikon or even the Samsung digital. It’s not much of companion, just a gizmo that takes pictures. And then, I am not seeking out the interesting shots such as the angels which I stalked in cemeteries — was it ten years ago that I began? Out of my throat comes a cylindrical, dry gasp that won’t die, the very definition of a sigh. I wanna know what happened. The work was good. I felt as an otter does about the whole world. This wasn’t mania. I’d call it satisfaction. But I pull back from such things now, duck under the desk, roll down the hill, jump off a cliff and fly straight into the same cliff.

Where does madness end and pleasure begin? Where where where?

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