At the edge of the purple, the Moon seemed to hang just overhead. Half full, the white side sagged low, like a bowl full of water. ‘Wasn’t it unusual for the moon to still be out, now?,’ she thought. Thinking about it now, she couldn’t remember when she’d last seen the moon and the sun sharing the same sky. Something about the idea seemed perverse, as if it defied understanding.
After my schedule freed up, I thought I would go back to writing as I had before, for hours each day. That’s like being a marathon runner, not running for months, & expecting to go back to 100% right away. Not only is that unrealistic, but it’s unhealthy. I started to feel down when I wasn’t able to write like I wanted to, even though I hadn’t exercised those muscles in months.
As someone who writes a lot of short fiction, I try and read as much of it as I can, as well. I've been working a lot on my literary submissions with the goal of being published this year. In reading so many short stories, I try and read them for enjoyment but also critically, to break down what makes them work so well, and see how I can apply those tactics to my own writing.
We’d wondered, for so many a night, what it meant. Something was still going on inside, that much would be sure. Soon, the cracks would start to show, and drop by drop this whole thing would come apart, the land returning to how it was. That was all well and good with me too. I knew it would happen eventually, as all things do, but for now something kept it going.
Data might be the oil of our time. Yet, few of us think about how valuable data actually is, or how much data actually exists. It pervades our society. There’s a wealth of data just generated each time you go to the grocery store, every instance you leave you house.
Sometimes, when I stand in the same place for a long time, I get so accustomed to it that when I move again I get lightheaded. I become aware of my clothes on my skin, in particular any loose threads brushing against the hair of my arms and legs, the feeling of my muscles flexing and relaxing, hard and soft at once.
For many, the cellphone is the primary point of access to the internet. It’s how people take photos and share them, how they communicate with their friends and family, how they get directions and access their bank, how they consume media and gather news. Every year, it seems we rely on smartphones to do more.
Is there a medium out there that doesn’t assert a viewpoint, some sense of control over an image? I think this is what we value about an artist most of all. Of course, there’s plenty of other things we value about art, from their aesthetics, to the message conveyed or feeling evoked. Beyond all that, it’s the ability to capture a viewpoint, the lens through which they view the world, and even more potent, to translate that into something that can be understood by others.
With or without a camera, I walk sporadically; something my girlfriend loves to give me grief about. My steps mirror those in my head, starting in one direction, before darting across the street to get a closer look at a passing bird or the dappled light on brick. It’s just part of who I am. It’s important to me to let my feet carry me. After all, in this age, how lost can you get?
Okay, so now you know what an exposure is, and how to make one. You’re all set to take some photographs, right? Kind of! As I’ve said more than a few times now, photography is about light. More than that, photography is about decisions. There are decisions being made by you, the photographer, decisions being made by the camera, decisions being made by whatever you’re using to edit your work after you’ve taken it, etc. So how can you put yourself in control of the most of those decisions? Should you even want to?
I bought a new camera. Over the years I’ve been interested in photography I’ve bought and sold tons of cameras, all trying something new, trying to change my photography, my eye, the way I look at the world. In all mediums of art, that’s what we hope to get from the artist: a glimpse into their perspective, and a look at how they view their surroundings. And in meditation, we practice looking more deeply at ourselves and what’s around us.
I think my attention span is shrinking. I know it is. Just before I started writing this I got distracted browsing the web about fighting games. I read an article today at work from an author who says he can't read anymore, not like he used to, and I agree with him. I know the way my brain works is starting to shift, and I need to stop it before it becomes too late.
The Internet is becoming a very boring place. I’m a young guy, just barely old enough to remember a time before the Internet was commonplace, and yet I’ve grown up with it as a fundamental part of my life.