Because we’re human…. that answers a lot of questions doesn’t it.

When I was in grad school all the sculptors were shooting video. They messed up my ideas of sculpture involving chisels and marble. You keep the Ilford box — you never know…

Being sensitive to time is unique. I don’t think most people are — or they intentionally avoid the thoughts for fear of darkness or something unpleasant. Mortality isn’t a party but until I came to grips with it I was living as a ghost. Sounds as if you are much further along than I was.

Thanks for taking the time to share your thoughts. I appreciate them.

I just ordered some HP5 from B&H Photo to do some winging with the Hasselblad. Actually made a few exposures in the rain this morning. I already sense the difference again between film and digital — the time that lapses between exposure and print. Who knows when I’ll get to the darkroom.

My photos and journals function much like you describe and serve a roll in memory that’s remarkable in it’s ability to redirect the mind to misplaced information.

I know the spring will be interesting and I’ll keep moving forward!

In digital I have a couple options including my go to workhorse camera for the blog — the Canon G15. I still have a few film cameras kicking around — an old 4×5 Speed Graphic, a Zero Image pinhole camera, and a Hasselblad. So I can still entertain film as the muse directs.

You’re right though — digital doesn’t have the same tangible quality of film. Not sure if that’s a problem or a perception but something exists.

Pet photos aren’t like the real beasts no matter how good the photograph. Even the memories they evoke aren’t the same. I’m hoping to see a lot of long lost pets again someday…

Sorry to hear that your health challenges have escalated. I hope you find some calm in that storm. I know there are lessons but I often am not interested. I can be a poor student of life.

I’ve not used the printer enough yet to know exactly where it will fit but I can say it makes remarkable prints. I just need a project to focus some activity around. I’ll share more as that journey unfolds.

… The ‘show’ was ending, not the ‘showing’… damn fat fingers.

I recently bought a blues album, a live concert recorded in Chicago with many blues players taking the stage. At one point towards the end, the MC notes the showing is drawing to a close. Someone in the audience shouts something inaudible. The MC says “why does it have to end? Because we’re human.”

And that’s why I love the blues.

I’m glad to know, or maybe unnerved to realize, that thinking about time and what it means and everything that it affects, doesn’t go away through life. That probably sounds weird, but I resonate with your post. Sure, I’m still a kid, but I feel that sense of mortality everywhere. Sometimes I’m stuck with the thought for weeks – what’s the point? I wonder… Then you realize the point is the sunset. The point is the furry creature that hangs with you. The point is even in the passing so that beauty can be lived. I think though, that what it really means is that there is love. Lots of love everywhere.

Always sad when someone loses a dog. I hope your friend finds some solace in the pictures of Junior. I hope when I’m 80 I can still manage life with a dog. And a ride on a scooter…

That’s exactly what he’s saying Dom. He says it often too.

Yes, no view camera or Leica. But I have a pinhole camera, an old Speed Graphic, and a Hasselblad kicking around. So I’m not completely disconnected. Digital has taken over much of what I do now though. And with a big Epson printer I have what I need to be dangerous!