But at the same time, the circumstances do bring home the difference between choosing a photo of the day when one's actively looking around one's own environment for things aesthetic or quirky or that represent that absolutely everyday suddenly transformed by light - and when one has - say - a number of competent, attractive, but ultimately too picture-postcardy views of Yosemite to click through. It was a desperately hard place in which to see freshly (even my theme of photographing-those-photographing-the-views looked somewhere between hackneyed, and a carelessly composed image). And yet, back in 962, which is familiar from living in it - rather than from many magnificent late C19th and early C20th images - it seems possible to look with an analytic eye at one's surroundings.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
drawn curtains
This image was never meant to be. Which is not to say that it's a photographic accident, but I should have been posting an image of the flower-strewn meadows of Yosemite, or the Donner Memorial, or the little bed and breakfast just south of the Sequoia National Park where we were meant to be spending tonight - instead of which we are back in Hoover Street. Alice woke up in the unpleasantly early morning Unwell: migraine? food poisoning? norovirus? all three??? - so the only thing to do was to drive back home and lie her down gently behind drawn curtains: one of those vile drives down Californian interstates (the 5, in this case) that one wishes that one wasn't doing - crazed white trucks, crazed grey trucks, tires spinning off cars (only once, but it was not very far in front of us), crazed everything. But I made it in just about 6 hours, which has left me gently quivering from road motion.
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