Last night my head spun with things I would like to write about. But I won’t. Yes, I again heard that collective sigh of relief. It has been a dry spell—usually what elicits head spinning. Alcy and I did attend a meetup with the Sugarland group at the Kemah Boardwalk which produced a few photographs of fireworks. As usual in my self-deprecating fashion I will tell you the truth--I did not intend to do the photographs out of focus. My eyesight leaves much to be desired and I was not aware that they were out of focus—or that I had not set the camera correctly until after the fact. However, I have for some time desired to do out of focus photographs. I had thought more of crowds of people rather than fireworks but I take what I am proportioned. I actually like the photographs because the lines are much stronger and after all that is what a photograph is—lines, form, shapes, color. It played well with the images in my estimation.
But something of significance happened yesterday, I was visited by an old friend that I have not seen the last few years, John Edinburg. John was briefly a member of NWHPC and although we didn’t hang together a great deal, John left a very strong and lasting impression. I have missed his company, his photography. And to have John and his wife drop by the studio very unexpectedly was a great pleasure. I very much get the impression when I am around John that we have very similar thoughts about photography. I discovered that they do not live as far away as I had imagined. Actually they are not far from where Alcy lives. So I very much hope to find time to once again photograph with John.
I frequently say that I have lived a very charmed life. I say charmed rather than blessed because I am not sure that I am in any way entitled to being as richly blessed as I have been and greatly afraid that if I mention it too frequently that someone will start checking records and I will be required to make amends for my over indulgence.
I am somewhat taken back by the timing. Clayton Gardinier just recently moved away and shortly afterwards the possibility of John joining Alcy and I on our photograph forays seems too well orchestrated to have been chance. Okay, maybe I place more emphasis on serendipity than I should but you do have to question such things.