“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.” – Goethe
“To see something spectacular and recognize it as a photographic possibility is not making a very big leap. But to see something ordinary, something you’d see every day, and recognize it as a photographic possibility – that is what I am interested in.” – Stephen Shore
I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.” ― Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem
Living in the mountains. Right now as I post this, it is pouring. The last big rain melted most of the snow that had been lying around for about a week. Storms have a different take up here in the mountains. I’m still getting use to it. You trade sidewalks and streetlights for 100 foot tall trees and deer in the front yard. You trade car horns for chainsaws. You trade someone trying to steal your catalytic converter at four in the morning for bears rummaging around in garbage cans left out. It’s pretty wild.
a million pebbles 