ninebagatelles:

“At times when you’re taking photographs you realise that you’re hooked on composition and you’re no longer really aware of what it is you’re seeing. Composition can quickly become narcissistic: you fancy yourself as an artist. The pictures you take in that frame of mind are often completely empty, precisely because they’re too perfect. Composition is not only a problem every time you take or enlarge a photo, it’s also a product of your attitude as you look at something and the mood you are in.”

Wim Wenders, from Written in the West

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New photographs, to remind myself that I still make still photographs.


[December, 2015; mostly in Ohio]

The River of Bees

In a dream I returned to the river of bees   

Five orange trees by the bridge and
Beside two mills my house
Into whose courtyard a blindman followed  
The goats and stood singing
Of what was older

Soon it will be fifteen years

He was old he will have fallen into his eyes

I took my eyes
A long way to the calendars
Room after room asking how shall I live

One of the ends is made of streets  
One man processions carry through it  
Empty bottles their
Image of hope
It was offered to me by name

Once once and once
In the same city I was born  
Asking what shall I say

He will have fallen into his mouth  
Men think they are better than grass

I return to his voice rising like a forkful of hay

He was old he is not real nothing is real  
Nor the noise of death drawing water

We are the echo of the future

On the door it says what to do to survive  
But we were not born to survive  
Only to live


by W. S. MERWIN

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“We want to be pictures, not just be in them, and so when I look at a picture I am also looking at myself, at a way that I might be. I want the relationship between my self and my world to be like the relationship between the parts of a picture, and so I look to pictures for advice on the ways that might happen.” 

-James Elkins


[July, 2015; Missoula, MT]