A lot of photographs from this current generation are going to be stuck inside computers and on memory cards. For me it is important to have prints of at least some of the digital imagery I make so that the images are no longer locked in a machine. Just an image showing a test print as I work toward a larger project.
There is a thriving creative community out there in the world that refers to certain objects as MOOP. The word is an acronym for Matter Out Of Place or what many call litter or trash. Many people think about this term, moop, and start to apply it liberally. What is out of place? What really belongs in a certain spot? What trace have I left on the globe?
We like things a certain way. Everyone does, some special thing they require or desire or lust after or make sure of is always at the ready, be it physically on hand or in mind. What does it mean that we need certain things or feel that we need things in a certain order or in a certain way or quantity to be happy?
Time keeps ticking away and no matter whether I acknowledge it or care about it time always seems to add up! When looking around outside everything signals that it is nearing spring and with that past events appear flickering bouncing and crawling up again in my mind.
Everything that I imagined the desert would be like was wrong. It did not feel that hot. The sun was a normal size for the sun (heh). I didn’t sweat as much as expected.