While I am waiting for MILK Photo Books to have a sale, because who prints a book on demand without a discount, I’m continuing to work on A Map of One’s Life.
I’ve added a few more pictures—two photos from the Archives that helped to tell a missing part of the story and bridge a color transition, and two new photos from Class and Trash. I really can’t make a map of Route 1 or of my life without including a thrift, junk or antique shop, because that just wouldn’t reflect my authentic life.
Letting a project simmer gives the time and perspective needed to rearrange, sequence, add or subtract images.
I also added a new photo, just made yesterday, an industrial view of teal-colored scaffolding set against a backdrop of colorful containers. This type of photography, which I think of as vernacular landscape, is fairly new to me. I’ve been putting my 35mm lens through its paces and even wishing I had something a bit wider. I’ve also had to reckon with my lack of intuition about what is straight or lined-up with the proper perspective. One of my secret talents is being able to eyeball typical measurements (this comes from years of sewing quarter and half-inch seams) and finding the perfect sized container for leftovers or storing a big batch of granola or a dozen homemade cookies. But these skills don’t seem to translate to making a photo that is not cattywampus. I’ve tried using the fancy feature on Lightroom that straightens photos but sometimes the corrections don’t ring true and I’m left to my own devices. More to learn—always!