The perfect evening is one that starts with “Let’s meet up for lunch,” and goes from there. This was one of those. It started meeting up for tacos, then it was movie night in Dolores, which quickly fizzled when we couldn’t hear or see (protip: get there early if you want either of those things). So, we went to the house, and thence to several bars, just sort of moving along on impulse. The larger the group, the harder this is, but it’s pretty good when it works.
Today has been a very long day; started at 3am in SF and now I’m in OKC for 13 days, to help my mom with recovery from kidney transplant surgery. Anyone who’s waited multiple years on a transplant list knows what a relief this is (that goes for families as well). No more dialysis is a big improvement in quality of life, to be sure, but having that whole chapter closed and being able to start a new one is a great thing. Anyway, travel and sleep interruptions left me a bit drained, so I thought it’d be a good time to share the collection of random images that has accumulated at the top of the queue. These are photos that didn’t fit with whatever post I was doing at the time, but couldn’t bear to part with. Nothing tying them together other than my presence.
These people are all very different, but I saw the visual similarity when I was editing, and decided they could go together. that’s all for tonight.
I think this must’ve been the ass end of July. It was grey and cold for the duration. I don’t know why, but sleep isn’t coming tonight for some reason. It’s not yet midnight, but it feels very late. Stupid Daylight Savings time. For those of use with sensitive circadian rhythms, it sucks.
There’s a certain hubris involved in putting these pictures up. I’m in effect saying that what I see has meaning and substance that’s more than passing interest, and that my perspective by itself is important. Sure, we’re all unique snowfalkes or whatever, but does the fact that I caught the mist just so in the first photo, or the gesture of the other riders in the other photos really matter? An “internet friend”:http://busblog.tonypierce.com/ of mine said recently that if you’re still blogging in 2013, you’re not doing it for fame, or fortune, you’re doing it for the love. That’s definitely true of me. In the end, I don’t care if it matters wether my perspective is important or not; I love these picutes, the people, the things that happen, and I want everyone to see that. No, it’s not just that I love all this. I have a responsibility to show the world what I see. It’s the social contract you make when you go out taking pictures, the thing that prevents it from being complete masturbatory voyeurism: you have to show everyone. Then it becomes a conversation, a discourse, not mere naval gazing. That’s what I want.
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