Ozzy Eyes

I must confess to have been terribly torn on a recent two weeks in Australia.  I was torn between shooting and embracing fully the life experience.  In some important ways, the lens insulates one from some of the strain inherent in any alien experience.  During my 2008 trip to China, Hong Kong, and Singapore, I found my camera an excellent friend and valuable in opening many hearts.  It also dulled the sting of falling headlong into such a weird, dynamic world.  My tinge of guilt felt today hinges on a modest sense of loss at not capturing more on camera during out time Down Under.  Photos can hep you re-live the experience.

Nevertheless, I realized the parallel universe of Oz actually demanded more of my attention than I could offer with a camera in the way.  The rainstorm of wonderful memories left us nourished and reinvigorated. I came to see more clearly.

What a Remarkable Year

Photography took a back seat to fighting for sheer personal survival in a toxic environment that can only be compared to Dante's City of Dis.  I survived, and continue to heal.  The joy of art is much on my mind.  At Halloween,  I attended a Manhattan workshop with Mary Ellen Mark and some very, very talented photographers.  One young man was stupendous with black and white film weddings and  candids.  Old school skill and creativity of youth combined to make it inspirational.  Although shooting time has been limited, my review of previous years' works shows some promise if I can get printing under control.  Spring seems far away yet, but the calendar shows a steady march in that direction.