It’s been harder to justify the cost of film photography lately, but the siren’s call is almost just as hard to ignore, so I decided to stretch a roll out across a couple of weeks, like an “everyday carry.” This is counterintuitive, because the cost usually makes me more precious about the shots, needing them to “mean something.”
These don’t mean anything. We took the new light rail to Mercer Island and found some earthworks, walked around, then took the light rail back.
I didn’t think about it at the time, but these fit well with an advertising project that Christine’s students are working on. I just enjoyed their visual appeal.
But since I am compulsively addicted to making “meaning,” I see in this some evidence of a shift in my attitude towards process; to hold “expectation” and “outcome” more loosely; to finally realize that that there’s always been a latent contradiction between my professed commitment to process and my deep need for a bigger picture or horizon to work towards. I’ve been receiving so many nudges from the universe in this direction.
These mindsets aren’t inherently contradictory, but they do work against each other when they’re not intentionally integrated.
All that’s out of my reach—antigravity. All that never can be—antigravity.
Don’t hold me back, don’t be a head case; I gotta get us out of this place. Don’t hold me back, don’t be a dead weight —Antigravity.
(Metric – Antigravity)