Thank you! Hm... Despair as me longing? Honestly, those never crossed my mind. But yeah, I don't think you're wrong. Damn. Thank you. I've got a bit to think about.
I really appreciated this missive. Things I think about all the time. Why do I take photos especially when I generally just store whatever few photos (I don’t like the word “images”) I’ve printed and move on to taking more? Do I care about not sharing photos or are photos meant to be seen in order to give them their due? In what ways was I “better” before technology stole my attention? In the past I’ve engaged in mail art and have recently started up again. There are quite a few people still out there who practice the analogue ways. I still love mail but it’s an effort to be patient.
I wonder if we crossed paths at any point. I lived in Seattle in the late ’80s into the mid-‘90s and was pretty active in the photo world there. I live by Tacoma now. My favorite area to take photos is eastern WA, though we do more roaming around to other counties (the Othello area being a particular favorite). It’s a really magical place and I enjoy seeing photos from someone else as smitten with the area as I am. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. Very appreciated.
I love some aspects of the internet, like the connection one can get, or the discovery of new things. I wouldn't be here if that wasn't the case. But I hate the distraction, especially on platforms like Instagram that are now all about that. and how much of the current bullshit in the world is due to the internet amplifying our worst tendencies.
I do miss the correspondence of the old zine world. I lived for letters and other random stuff in the mail, and the network of zinesters and alternative cartoonists helped me grow and gave me a social network. But mail has been scant over the past decade. I still pay copious amounts of money for a P. O. Box (when I opened it in 2002 it was $19 for six months, now it's north of $90) even though a week can go by and there's nothing in it. I don't know how long I'll keep it going, but I don't want to give up all hope just yet.
I'd love to send you some random stuff in the mail, Eric, but I'm bummed that when I sent you a few letters five years ago when I discovered your stuff I never heard back from you. Shall I try again?
This post, both by word and image, capture solitude, but maybe also despair and longing. I found it all very moving.
Thank you! Hm... Despair as me longing? Honestly, those never crossed my mind. But yeah, I don't think you're wrong. Damn. Thank you. I've got a bit to think about.
I really appreciated this missive. Things I think about all the time. Why do I take photos especially when I generally just store whatever few photos (I don’t like the word “images”) I’ve printed and move on to taking more? Do I care about not sharing photos or are photos meant to be seen in order to give them their due? In what ways was I “better” before technology stole my attention? In the past I’ve engaged in mail art and have recently started up again. There are quite a few people still out there who practice the analogue ways. I still love mail but it’s an effort to be patient.
I wonder if we crossed paths at any point. I lived in Seattle in the late ’80s into the mid-‘90s and was pretty active in the photo world there. I live by Tacoma now. My favorite area to take photos is eastern WA, though we do more roaming around to other counties (the Othello area being a particular favorite). It’s a really magical place and I enjoy seeing photos from someone else as smitten with the area as I am. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. Very appreciated.
I love some aspects of the internet, like the connection one can get, or the discovery of new things. I wouldn't be here if that wasn't the case. But I hate the distraction, especially on platforms like Instagram that are now all about that. and how much of the current bullshit in the world is due to the internet amplifying our worst tendencies.
I do miss the correspondence of the old zine world. I lived for letters and other random stuff in the mail, and the network of zinesters and alternative cartoonists helped me grow and gave me a social network. But mail has been scant over the past decade. I still pay copious amounts of money for a P. O. Box (when I opened it in 2002 it was $19 for six months, now it's north of $90) even though a week can go by and there's nothing in it. I don't know how long I'll keep it going, but I don't want to give up all hope just yet.
I'd love to send you some random stuff in the mail, Eric, but I'm bummed that when I sent you a few letters five years ago when I discovered your stuff I never heard back from you. Shall I try again?