It has been literally (and I’m using the word correctly) years since my last post. Been keeping away because, while ridiculously productive taking pictures, I just can’t seem to work up the desire to write. Well, that’s not true: I keep a journal in which I write almost every day, sometimes pages of notes about the pictures I’m taking, the books I’m reading and assorted crap. Blog writing though… I don’t know… I start out and a sentence or two in (like right now!) I ask myself, ‘who cares?’ and don’t even bother to save the draft. Today I thought I’d ease myself back into it.
I’m preparing for a trip to New York City next week to see an exhibit of about fifty photos by Eugène Atget at the ICP – if my back can stand it, that is – by familiarizing myself with his work.
His photography, usually done on early mornings before there were people out and about, resonate deeply with me because they remind me of the pictures I would take walking around the near empty streets during covid. They are also the sort of photographs I would like to be able to take now but can’t unless I, too, get up very early to hit the streets before 5 O’clock.
[The picture above was taken on 19 December 2020, early afternoon, in DUMBO (Brooklyn, NY)]
2020.12.19 (13:39): the lunchtime crowd in DUMBO, Brooklyn
The blog entry linked below is from Art Blart (‘art and cultural memory archive’) which I only discovered this year, but has become a great resource for me.
Joearf’s Thoughts 