Going on a week since I posted photos -- I have been shooting every day, though sometimes only by the skin of my teeth. I'm experiencing let's just call it a Major Life Meltdown - well, I was busily experiencing it for the past week or so. Knock wood, fingers crossed, toes crossed, whatever superstitious warding-off evil, luck-come-here gesture you got, make it right here right now for me that things are turning around. I found us a house (!!!!!!! -- multiple exclaimation points, this turn of events so wonderful and unexpected that I simply lack words) and we can get out of the hostile, DSM IV-crazy landlord-with-world's-worst-toupee situation that's been crushing my psyche.
Oh, the picture! Riiight. That's why you're here. Crazy week of running around trying to find a place to live get money together call tenants rights agencies and lawyers take care of kids pretend mama's not crying again. So photography definitely at the back of the bus, but each day during this marathon of challenges -- Dorothy Parker's quip, "What fresh hell is this?!" often running through my mind -- I still managed to make a picture. One of them I like quite a bit. Not this one, so much. It's OK, made pretty close to the wire, driving on 95 late on the night of the day I got notice I was being evicted and let's just say my thoughts were places other than photography. But. I still managed to remember, to keep the priority, keep the commitment to something larger than my current series of unfortunate life events, make something. Make a picture. I like the blur, the implied motion. Moving ahead.
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