Rhyme and reason.

Since this time last week I have lost a grandparent, gained a niece, secured two new exhibits, been rejected for another, matted and framed an entire show (almost), driven 25 hours, received a firearm as a gift, ridden in a limousine, blown a head gasket in a borrowed car, found a new swimming hole on the South Toe River, worked 35 hours at an actual regular job, and gotten poison ivy.

Consequently, there are no new SAD posts. I'm sorry.

I will catch up. I feel blessed to be so busy that I must make decisions about which photography project takes priority over the others, and still capable of keeping them all more or less together. But permit me this:

SMAN said it one time, climbing up the bank from the Baker's Creek Dam--What better goal than to live a good life and document it? In a week with birth and death and the labor of producing an exhibit by the skin of my teeth, that goal has never seemed so present and so unattainable.

When Jes first looked at the proofs I made of the images that will be in To See A Darkness, she said they looked like visions you'd see before death, as you watched your life flash before your eyes. And that describes it better than I ever could: You don't take pictures, they are given. Your job is to live up to the gift.





Edited to add SAD 171 (above) and 172. Nikon FM2n, 28/f2.8, Portra 400NC. You knew I couldn't let it go.