I really did try to photograph just about every part of life, including hospital visits. My sisters were usually shocked by this “invasion of privacy,” but I asked dad if he’d mind a shot or two. And he perked up. He was in the hospital (I think) for a stent. This was after the operation […]
Tag: journal entries
Another thing you need to understand, and I’ll look for a picture of this in my collection but I don’t think I’ll find one -is just how different my parents were. They were alike in that they had both been deeply wounded, mostly by their fathers. The results though were opposites when it came to […]
ALL COMEDIES SHOULD END WITH A WEDDING. ALL TRAGEDIES SHOULD END WITH THE DEATH OF THE HERO [or heroine as we’d say today].
I’m afraid this can’t be either, beginning with a death and working it’s way backwards. But I’m fairly certain this has tragedy written all over it; especially since I haven’t even joined up some of the other doomed characters. How my life, and the life of my parents, affected, and continues to affect my photography.
Music was a big part of my mothers life – but it wasn’t —
Music was an important part of my mother’s life, but it wasn’t the most important. Her family was.
— From journal. 8/28/1996 — at work— woman comes up to me to have me sign photograph that she had had matted. What a great pleasure that was — how delighted — how I played with the signature, like Art Carney waving his arms around before signing it. Rob [co-worker] says to me as she’s walking away — “Is that extra?” and I say, “No. I pay her to ask me to sign it.”
During the summer of 2001, I did a gallery show somewhere in Connecticut. Some very wealthy town near some other wealthy town. I got about ten prints on the walls of the gallery (I don’t even know if I took pictures of it). Anyway, I used to carry this journal around with me, and here’s […]