Tonight I saw a white moth land on my cream bedside lamp. It was obvious that the little thing was dying, but the image it made with the contrast of its wings being illuminated by the light, the reflections off the crystals on the shade, and the darkness of the night enveloping the background, was so beautiful that the first thing i did was reach for my camera. Not a thought that maybe a lonely, fading moth wouldn't enjoy a blinding flash. It makes me wonder just how far I will go to attain a compelling image. Will I disregard another's anguish to capture a moment that truly expresses the pain, suffering, passion, and sorrow that we experience in our lives? When does photography become synonymous with apathy?
- annemckenzie
- There is no theme, there are no boundaries. Here you'll read the little pieces of scripts and books and stand up that float into my mind, you'll listen to the music that gets me through my days at work, you'll see the photographs that make up my memories. It will run from country to metal, classical to dub. There will by comedy, there will be happiness, there will be anger, and, on occasion, there will be sorrow. It will be original and inspired by those who were original before me. It will be dirty and clean, jumbled and organized. It will be my mind on paper. It will be me.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
New(ish) Bon Iver
I can't even. I don't know. I can't listen to anything else. It's even blotted out The King of Limbs. I can't stop. It's perfect.
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