To make a short story long.

As a fore-warning, this is probably one of the most disjointed, jumping from thought to thought blog post I've written.

I was trying to figure out what to say to go along with these pictures, so I googled some quotes, and ran into one from Ralph Waldo Emerson's essay on art. The quote I found turned out to be more of a combination of a couple of different parts, and the real thing didn't fit nearly as well as I would've liked, so I decided not to use it. I did still like what it was saying, but didn't like the font the websites all had it in, so I went to the library to print it out so I can read it some other time in some other font, and came back and couldn't decide on what to write here. In the end, I'm going to apologize for this past paragraph, and recommend you go read the essay. (I can email it to you, or it can be found at http://www.sacred-texts.com/phi/emerson/essay1.txt -there are a bunch of his essays there, and you'll need to scroll down quite a bit until you come to the one on art)

The false-quote that I first encountered was "Each work of art excludes the world, concentrates attention on itself. For the time it is the only thing worth doing, to do just that; be it a sonnet, a statue, a landscape, an outline head of Caesar, or an oration. Presently we return to the sight of another that globes itself into a whole as did the first, for example, a beautiful garden; and nothing seems worth doing in life but laying out a garden." Feels a little choppy and strange, no? It's better in the real thing, and talks about tyrants and how in the moment we're creating something, there's nothing there but that thing. Sometimes I do feel like that, like there's nothing in my world except what I'm working on right there in that moment. It most often happens in the darkroom, I can go in and spend what feels like a few minutes or half an hour at most, and emerge, only to find that a couple of hours have passed, and fairly often, I'm late for something else.

...There's plenty more to be said, as inspired by that essay, but the words are not stringing together in any way that makes sense, so it will have to wait for another day.

Another quote I considered using: "Some days you're the pidgeon, and some days you're the statue."

Also, even though I like statues, I try to avoid looking them in the eye. Those always creep me out.