I: Through the Fog
For the past 12 months or so, my visual themes or narratives have been reduced to 3 or 4 images depending on the version of IG--short sweet, snippets of an idea or an experiment. But Tuesday, December 18, 2012 inspired me. It was a fabulously foggy morning, beautiful really. I wanted to be walking in the Wissahickon woods, but instead I was on my way to the dentist. After enduring an absolutely awful dental appointment, a trip to a fiefdom of Philadelphia City Government and the perfectly clear language of the new InstaGram TOS, I was a mess. Angry, pissed, disappointed and beside myself in frustration. And the fog had burned off too, so I just started to make my way home.
As usual, I was trying to make images on the train platform. They almost always suck, but not this day. Then the sun broke through the blanket of clouds that was looming poetically over Philadelphia. I photographed the whole 25-minute ride, and for the first time in 5 or 6 years of commuting, I kept more shots from the ride than I deleted.
Perhaps it was the Hipsta Lucifer lens adding an ominous vignette, yet still recording the full range of tones produced by the brilliant breaks of sun through the stormy sky. Or perhaps it was simply my state of mind, looking for a distraction, a place to put my emotions, an opportunity to embrace all the good that has come from my relatively short time on IG. A renewed love of making images for me, about me in some metaphorical way. The friendships near and far, the humbling beauty, skill and creativity that magically appear in my feed every day.
InstaGram has been a catalyst for me, an impetus to explore, experiment and embrace mobile photography, and for that, I am thankful.
10" x 10"
Archival Pigment Print
Entrada Rag Brite