water and fire, raining cats and dogs, playing with cats and dogs, floods and drugs, rain rain autism rain, abandonment and addicts and accidents and acids, history hoarders and genealogy geeks, music sweet music, feeling a tad bit hated, i should have waited, i shouldn’t have waited, the feeling’s not fading, journalism is my drug, journalism is my wife, my life, deja vu, cat food, i walk along the river, neurological auras, two dead pixels, technically tattoo and temper tantrums, autism, rain rain rain, free breakfasts lunches and dinners, free beer, psychotic soccer team, whistling idiots, mourning mothers, dads drinking, love, love love love is in the air but i don’t know where, more heartbreak, a bullet in a diaper, reddit, write it, read it, flames flirting, kip french kissing, bombs and proms, grip and grins galore, charizard emergency evacuating, death and taxes, stilts and suicides and sabotage, autism, slumps, speed bumps, potholes, lotto, trying to become invisible, trying to freeze time or speed it up or slow it down, it actually may take less muscles to frown, a cat named jinx and curses and blessings and magic with a capital m, still waiting for this rain to end, wishful thinking dashed hopes coffee drinking still wearing a coat but i thought this was spring, pictures with no faces driving different places getting a little wasted, whiskey whiskey whiskey, autism, devils and loons but no angels, different angles.
and that was my april
this is an ode to the images in between.
the ones on the way to work.
the ones before and after the ones that really matter.
the ones that exist because there’s no other way to say it.
As the scorching March sun beat down on my head…
I realized this was the easiest job in the world…
I always come away with the image I want…
I can always say I did my best…
There’s never been a time I wish I would have hit the shutter button but didn’t…
Or a moment where I regret I did…
There hasn’t ever been a day I wish I could rewind…
Or years I could fast forward…
Or seconds I could pause…
I make more money than I know what to do with…
And I never have problems falling asleep at night…
W. Eugene Smith once went around Philadelphia photographing street signs (among, of course, other things).
This is nowhere near that, neither in skill level or message. These are just things that caught my eye while trying to get to know the area a little better.
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(more to come)?
I don’t know what I am trying to say here. I’ve written a half a dozen different things, so instead of typing out some incoherent mess I’m just going to get to the gist and then show some images.
It’s funny, because I was trying to write about the struggle of finding out what to say, in a creative sense. As in, what you leave behind. Thousands upon thousands of years ago, it was stencils of hands on cave walls, then drawings of bison. There’s been gigantic stone structures that defy the logistics of what we imagine the technology was at the time and then paintings we are still enamored by hundreds or thousands of years later. Somebody somewhere sometime had something to say and there is still evidence of that today.
It’s still a little like that, but with everything being said by everybody at every moment the trick is to try and say it quicker, louder and flashier to attract the most amount of people to whatever this message may be. Imagine archeologists passing up studying the outline of the hands or bison in the Cave of Altamira because it didn’t have enough charcoal stencils of thumbs-ups.
What I’m trying to say about what to say is hard to say.
Not that anything I do or say will in any way be remembered in 20, 50, 100, much less almost 40,000 years from now. Hell, I’ll probably forget most of it myself in about 20 minutes.
The idea behind this project is that I’m kind of at a loss of words when it comes to what to say, so what I’d like to say is a question: What would you say to any stranger on the planet?
You aren’t going to say it to their face, they won’t be able to hear your voice. For this project, you can communicate anything you want in a little three inch by three inch square. A postcard to a stranger. On the front, the face of whoever we’ve found on our travels. On the back is what they’ve had to say.
Sometimes this project is something to do on the way to a brand-new place, sometimes it is an excuse to go in the first place.
So without further ado…here’s some of my favorites.
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
More to come…