Pretty terrific receptions at Fotofest. Home with several projects on the table. But. There is always this sense of the unseen miracle, hanging just beyond my reach. I'm never happy unless I am working...and working usually means searching. And frequently you just find a dud. Insecurity and arrogance. I'm a genius. I'm an incompetent boob. Hot on the trail of something, then confronted with a dead end. Its worse than rock climbing. Rock climbing remembers wonderfully and you yearn to be leading up some clean rock face working out the puzzle. But when you do it you are terrified, dirty, hot, cold, frustrated, in a tangle of equipment, thirsty, starving with gravity drag-hanging on you like a toddler with bad debt. Completely bumfuzzled that you have voluntarily climbed up into a risk-filled crazy environment...for NOTHING. All you want to be...is free. To see the next thing.
Why would anyone DO this?
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