I've always known I was a bit odd.
Those of you who know me well will agree - there's something that's just plain different about me.
I spent the last several days of my life in Arizona being tested to see if I was a good match for my sister's kidney needs. While I am in fairly good health, and while I don't have any personal concerns regarding my kidneys, I have multiple arteries that feed each kidney, which means that I'm not a good match for my sister. This was disappointing to say the least.
So I guess I get to keep my kidneys. For now.
On a positive note, it was nice to spend time with my family. They are good people, and I miss being in the area.
I'm not sure we appreciate photography as much as we do other art forms. Part of this comes from the reality that surrounds and permeates a photograph - it's very, very real, and the photographer strives for clarity and crispness in the representations. Perhaps this is why black and white images continue to be relevant - they strip away extraneous information (color) and leave us with something that is at once familiar and also non-existent - for nothing exists in black and white. Nothing. I also think that pictures are becoming too common-place... Everyone has a camera in their pocket, and while that's a very democratic thing (everyone can express themselves in a picture easily and readily, and can find an audience for these images, which are casually taken and casually viewed, and perhaps just as casually forgotten) I think that we embrace that casual attitude, and it spills over to all aspects of the media, making it impotent. So I read this article this morning: h...
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