Today is my favorite type of day. Sort of cool. And a steady rain. It’s the sound of the rain on my fire-escape that I love. I read a biography of W. C. Fields, which said he loved to write his scripts whenever it was raining.
I don’t know if that’s just another story about Fields, but it crosses my mind. The rain on a fire escape is good, but even better a dark night in the country; some place that’s isolated from other houses; some place that was never properly insulated or built; a place where the wind is making the poorly installed windows screech and whistle.
Weber and I continue to work on this subway project, popping the boundaries of flash photography from a moving train. Something always goes wrong; the odds are stacked against you; and that makes it worth doing. I think. I’m lucky to have lived through these two ages of photography. Before and during digital.
It’s weird. Photography captures images of things that will disappear with time. The photograph has the ability to show how things were after the people and buildings are long underground. And then to have, on top of that innate feature of photography, the process itself was changing so quickly.
One day you were lugging a large format camera with a heavy duty tripod; and all of a sudden it was cell-phone-photography. Billboards produced from smartphone files.
Well – the rain continues. The cat is curled up and keeping watch. And here’s a shot of Weber from the train excursion.