I’ve promised to write more and photograph less. I’m trained to write and the camera is only a very new, fanciful whim. I recognize that. I know this isn’t what I “do.” But humor me.
This summer, this camera has been a good distraction from overwhelm-ment (whelm?). Looking for, taking, and fixing up pictures has distracted and relaxed me. I don’t have to worry about being good at this, because even though it’s still embarrassing to not be good, I can say, it’s only a hobby, only a hobby, enjoy the pretty picture of yourself or my city, for neither of us pretends I’m an artist.
The first night of class. Me. My view for the next eight months. Lights in the darkness, one might say.