Dispatch № 112: Documenting Silence
I don’t know what they will build here, only that it will be different, and that I want to see what I can see here while I still can.
Dispatch № 107: Same Place, Different Day
Even when the weather is bad, I go out to wander and make pictures for thirty or forty minutes. Every working day, this is my lunchtime habit, a recursive practice that is exercise for both my body and my mind.
Dispatch № 94: The Light
When you realize that a dream, one that once compelled you into focused action, has all but totally withered away over many years of difficulty, you have a decision to make.
Dispatch № 68: Have Camera, Will Wander
This kind of rest is a sort that must be earned, in that it only exists on the far side of intense focus. It is found only after the work is done.
Dispatch № 40: Celluloid Time Machine
Rainy season has come early this year, and so has my annual effort to catch up on my undeveloped film. I’m not sure how many rolls there are, but I’d guess about fifty rolls.