still grasping at straws

whisper trumps a scream



equilibrium

balance comes at a high price

On the Matter of Belief and Truth

For the first time this year I have a project. It is humbling how lost I felt without a direction in which to shoot.
It has always been my belief that if you can photograph a nightmare, a fool, a folly or anything that haunts you, if you can get it on paper, in silver, then you own it.
I do not know that it is true.
But you can believe something and know it is not true.
Because in the end belief is more important than the truth.



Climbing the walls. Fear makes one do strange things.



Ghosts do not sleep.



Bound by chance.



Relics. I cannot remember a time when I was not damaged.



Of 2 minds.



On the slab.

The rose is the anchor

Back in the darkroom. I missed it.

Time to go dark again

26 days without taking a picture. Too sick to sleep. Too sick to move.
Things you catch out of the corner of your eyes.
Nightmares or waking dreams.
This has been my most unproductive year in recent memory.
No ideas, no use for silver. I miss it.
The thing that defines you cannot abandon you.
Until it does.
Time to go dark again. All I need is an idea.

The suicidal mirror

It was an old mirror, and silvered, and very tired. It was determined to cast no more reflections.

Queen Elizabeth I

I'm feeling in an historical mood.

Spring