Well sir, when you’re in your first canyon, your eye can’t see but a bit of it. So you slowly wheel your head around. And then you start to understand what you are and what you ought to be, and what a canyon really is.
I was saving this photograph I shot for a special occasion, and you are that special occasion! The “How to Be a Writer” story will run on Sunday. Can’t wait to share it with you! (It comes with a special surprise!)
It has been one strange day, darlin’! I thought my blog had been hacked. (It absolutely was not. Long, very dumb story.) So all I have is this picture of me, for you. Is it enough? Is it okay?
A man stands in a canyon. He is wearing a hat with a round brim. The sun is late in the sky, but the man’s attention is solely on his view camera. Lucky, lucky us. We’ve arrived at just the right time to watch History plant a big ol’ smacky kiss on this soon-to-be-legendary photographer.
This is the question that is never far from my mind: Why can light charge and shape and change, not just how we look, but who we are? And I’m only partly talking about photography here.
Please enjoy this photograph of The Husband, but know that there is a THIRD post coming today! Also, we will be posting on an extra day— tomorrow (aka, Valentine’s Day)— as Valentine’s Day really the international holiday for all bluebirds, everywhere. <3
Aaaaaand today’s post has been postponed by a touch of either really bad allergies or the beginning of the ‘flu. To keep us all in good spirits, here’s a picture of the lovely Duchess Monkey looking happy to be at home.
At the end of a long week, the only fitting thing I can find to say is that I am glad this week is done. Now, let the next one begin. <3
How would you caption this photograph?