It’s that time of the year again. The retrospectives are everywhere. The “Best Of…” selections of things already shown during the year are back.
So I thought I’ll jump on that bandwagon too. It seems like I partially missed it and am dragging my boots behind a fast-moving train instead.
Sometimes you find yourself in a place where you feel you do not belong. The space is not doing or being what it was designed for. It makes no sense.
This state or condition is called liminal. You feel in a transition, but don’t know why. Your reality takes a hit on the back of the head.
Dark times are upon us once again. The nights have outgrown the days, darkness starts around 5pm. It’s time to bundle up, warm up the chocolate milk and stay in bed.
Nothing to do outside, even inside, everything is already done and redone, so this is a time for rest and recovery. Or is it?
The time has come. Wintertime, that is. Now the evenings will come quickly and mornings will do the same. Cutting off a strip of your blanket that is already too short and sewing it on to the other end. Then pretend that you have more blanket.
That doesn’t fly with me. What does fly, however, is this:
Summer’s gone, the dark ages are in front of us again. Many people will hunker down, wait for the “white stuff” to come and go. Photographers will go out and shoot even more than in summertime.
Of course, night shoots are a lot easier now that the night starts early in the evening.