A Confession (of sorts)

Calling attention to myself is something I do with a fair amount of trepidation. Who am I to share my images, opinions, experiences, feelings? Why should anyone care? Sometimes I wonder if I am some kind of suburban mystic uncovering truths in the grocery aisles or sharing another revery as the sun dips down behind the Hudson. I know I have a fair amount of ability when you put a camera in my hands and I hope I am not boring others to tears as I struggle to find my place as a photographer, artist, and creator in the scheme of things. Anxiety both spurs me on and inhibits me. Best to focus on the work and my must do list in the end.

Mulling

(This was originally written in 2014 and saved in drafts. Wanted to share.)

I've been trying to steer clear of tag sales and thrifting but I succumbed to the lure of a few recent sales
(one of which was held at the same house I wrote about here) and $16 later acquired some interesting items.

If you don't find things like china interesting, you can't stop here.  I had one of those rescue pangs when I looked at the box of Susie Cooper china (marked $6) and knew I had to bring it home. Add in the 4 Christmas dishes at .25 each and I was once again in the thrall of a small piece of history, far from the place and time when it was manufactured. I also found a great throw made in Norway ($5) and a beat-up copy of The Family of Man for $1 (no reason to say anything else). Making one last pass of the garage I saw an ottoman and thought it possibly by Eames for which I bargained to $3 from $5 (because it seemed worth trying due to its present battered condition ). 

At these times, the chance to meander and observe the remains, remnants and discards of another's is a uniquely fascinating activity all its own and I'll leave it at that.