Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Black and White Images

Hi team. Welcome back. It certainly has been some time.
In our absence I have been thinking (obviously) a lot about stuff. I keep having the moments when I just absolutely need to share with someone, but alas, no-one is around to hear my thoughts. I'm married now. That's a change I suppose. PhD too. But as much time as I get to spend with my beautiful wife I still seem to miss so many of these moments. Sometimes I can't even speak as fast as the thoughts are entering my head - ask Coralee. I just have to give up mid-sentance and take a step back.

That's where this place comes in. I can share some more stuff that would otherwise be left unsaid. Not all of it. Not even close. But at least some, right?

It's not just words either. It's images.
I spend my days wandering cities.
I love the city
Its people
Its emptyness
Its vastness
Its buildings
Its history
Its everything
Its back and its front.

How many images have I digitally captured on my various cameras only to save away on a hard-disk in the hope that one day my kids might dust it off and see what their father was thinking.

I can only hope that my children's thoughts are as whirling, confused, colorful and alive as my own. Do they even see in the image what I saw when I took it? What I felt? I doubt it. But I hope so. (That's what one of my next tattoos is about, so stay tuned).

My phone takes particularly pleasing black and white images. The colors are often washed out, but I find I can get a reasonably nice photo in B&W. They are not as crisp as a nice camera, but they will do. The warm edges might help take the edge of the reality of daily life. When was living defined by sharp lines anyways? How can you even be sure of anything!?

So here it goes. 365 days in a year. 365 images I will post. I will be forced to return each day, partly out of duty, and partly in hopes of helping to surface thoughts that otherwise would have been left submerged - perhaps not have even existed at all.

Philosophical? Not really. It's quite simple you see.
Perhaps the only thing that will be simple in life - as we (I) stumble along, skidding sideways, looking for anywhere but the end along the way.

And to play catch up, I'll start with yesterday. Captions will be occasional, but I assure you, images will be daily. Let's do this:

22 June 2008

Cafe Scribe

23 June 2008

Not the great museum atop a hill, but always feels as majestic to me.