Its
almost too cliché to bear to say that I am always re-learning my
relationship to photography. But it's true. A year is enough time for
the ground to shift significantly for me, but also for the medium.
This blog is a good example. In the world of broadcasting images,
even a well tended and lovingly updated online diary struggles for
traction next to the manifold digital highway. The internet isn't a
slow place anymore. And its permeation day to day makes our lives
feel the same, distracted to the point of distraction. And so this
place lies dormant, unable to match the speed my mind and my work
move at.
But a year has passed nonetheless. So
this post is no attempt to explain away the decline of
the blog, nor is it a typical review of a year complete with
boastful proclamations and grand ambitions. After all, it is about
the only time of year we are allowed to think slowly about the past
and the future, as we transition into a new year. It remains as ever,
just another thankful nod to the camera. The constant change
that my eye is always noting. Fastening down faint irregularities and
profound expressions beyond the point of memory. As I think about all
the activity ahead, there is a deep gratitude for all the little things I see and the stories I begin to tell, the non-moments that stop me. Frames of someone else's world that build up the small picture, of what it is to be living in 2015.