Trouble Sleeping
I always seem to have trouble sleeping these days. Don’t know what it is really. Active mind possibly. I was looking at a print I had made earlier in the week or so, possibly last week, my mind doesn’t function well with time these days. It was a roll that I had developed when I was first getting into photography. It clearly shows my lack of understanding of depth of field and aperture relation.
I suppose I printed it because I like the way the light was on it. How it moved through the trees. I then began to think about the magic of it all. It gave me a good bit of pride to realize that I have done everything to it; it was my creation, every last part of it. I crawled down into the dry river bed, I set up the shot, I rook it, and once I found the cassette again, I developed it and then made prints from those negatives. I suppose it’s not in the magic of seeing the print develop on the paper but more of the magic of making everything from start to finish.
I don’t know what drives other people to do what they do in photography, I don’t. I was reading a book lately called Photography A Crash Course and it seems all the young bold photographers either was killed or committed suicide. Not exactly a sobering moment, but it does make one wonder. Or in my case makes you wish you could slap them and say stop being emotional like a poet, their suppose to be all tragic and like wise of that bullshit nature, you are a photographer, snap out of it! But you cant do that. You wish you could but you cant.
I have a lot of thoughts about photography and the way it plays out in my head. Various thoughts of this and that mainly. Late night spend up thinking of if I did this, or that really. Finding a new vocabulary word and finding out what it means and reading up on it, things of that nature, now I’m just petering around with words.

