On every walk I find something beautiful. A little shop full of orchids tucked into a quaint neighborhood near the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts in Richmond. A sidewalk carpeted with the last of fall leaves, wet from a morning shower, vibrant and glistening.
It feels good to live a life more deep than wide. For me, this is good.
The film camera stays with me all day long.
Processing film photographs is different than digital pictures. I’ve been working with film in a very intuitive way. What feels right? more so than What looks right? I’m used to looking for things to fix. Ways to make the picture near perfect. But for film, the fixing just seems to destroy what is beautiful about the image in the first place. Good enough isn’t just good enough, it’s perfect.
Film is just so beautiful.
Pot Bound
Confined and constrained,
caught up in old patterns.
Roots wrapped round and round.
Wound so tightly,
there is no room for growth
for breath
for all that might be.
What happens when my voice changes?
And no one likes me.
Can I come unbound
and just see what happens
if I reach for wonder
everyday?
