Monday, September 10, 2007
The Camera Falls
(the cameras fell right there, in the middle of the road)
I haven't been taking pictures. To some of you, that may be a relief. My box of cameras (did I mention this already?) fell out of the moving truck and the contents were sowed across the intersection of Water and Market. Ironically, it is a corner I have photographed before. In the ensuing crises of work, housing, career, identity, and the various other issues that are plaguing my existence, the photography fell by the wayside (ha ha). I discovered when I moved that photography isn't just taking pictures, its organization. Especially film photography. Negatives need a place to live, where they can be easily retrieved. Prints need to go somewhere safe. Storage needs to be devoted to it. I had to throw away boxes of negatives and prints simply because I had no place to put them. I couldn't leave them in my parent's hallway, or in the KB's room. I didn't have the patience to sort through them. I wouldn't have known what to do with them. Photo-storage is yet another item to be tacked on my studio-housing wishlist.
In the meantime, maybe I'll find a digital camera in some gutter that still works.