Stopping for fuel on the way home on Flickr.
Wanderer, traveler when I can, journalist, photographer.
I know more and less than I think I do and I'm humbled and appalled by this. But sometimes I'm not. However, the notion of escape or new discovery is all-consuming.
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I’m just awake.
Maybe I should scan more pictures, maybe I should go find a carbonated and sugary beverage, maybe I should get some coffee.
Water is a better choice and it’s free. Our tap water is pretty good here and I drink a lot of it, except when I don’t.
I’m sitting here awake, but everyone else is asleep, their brains analyzing the day’s data or working through whatever needs to be done at a base, root level.
I’m thinking about long bike rides through different states, riding across the Bonneville Salt Flats, camping in mountains. I’m thinking about photography - the journalism I miss and the slow film-based work I still do (although film-based photography can be pretty fast also).
I ponder camera gear and my minimalist approach, wondering how such shitty photographers make a living at it. I think about what I’m doing wrong — or what I think I’m doing wrong.
Then I realize a lifetime of shit self esteem and excuses and every other way I’ve fallen on my own professional sword, but I have no idea how to correct it.
I’m just awake, sitting quietly in the dark hours. Back in New York I would be riding my bike around Manhattan or on the subway going anywhere. I had a camera or two and a notebook.
My mind turns to Black Rock City and stays there.
There’s a reason why we lomographers live by the Golden Rule which says, “Take your camera everywhere you go.” We never want to miss a picture-perfect moment, right?