So this is what has become of our friendship? The only thing we can find to talk about is the weather? Yet when I emerged from my hole, which I do about as often as a ground-hog, I saw seasons.
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So much of my time is spent looking at clouds, wondering what I see in the figures and shapes, and what I see I feel. None of it makes any sense any more than the weather, and its affect on me is what changes me, drives me, pains me. A subtle, frightening figure watching from a distance, or sharing my desk with me.
About 6 years ago I borrowed a friend’s digital camera, which at that time was, I believe, pretty high end. It was something like 2 or 3 mega-pixel, if I remember correctly, SLR type camera. I don’t remember why I borrowed it, but I remember that I really enjoyed taking pictures during the couple weeks that it was in my possession. The few photos that I took back then didn’t survive moves and hard disk re-formats, but I remember getting some compliments on them to the few people I showed them to, and those couple weeks really sparked some creative juices. My mind started reeling at what I could do with a fairly decent digital camera. Reference photos for illustration, stock photos for graphic design or layout projects, or pictures to use on various photo manipulation projects or collage pieces were just a few of the ideas that flooded my head.
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