This image, or one like it, shot in portrait, was likely not treated with the seriousness it deserves in my post yesterday. It might not have captured the moment the bridge found home, but it certainly looks like it, doesn’t it?
It feels like it, anyways.
The moment a project that took some time meets the earth is a fine moment indeed. Which makes me wonder about projects like this blog. Some times it’s a Sunday and I’ve got all the time in the world to podner and photographer and some times it’s Monday and I’ve been running about for twelve hours straight and only get to begin writing once my house is to bed and I’m alone and half drunk.
It’s Monday today, anyways.
Bozo.
It feels like it, anyways.
The moment a project that took some time meets the earth is a fine moment indeed. Which makes me wonder about projects like this blog. Some times it’s a Sunday and I’ve got all the time in the world to podner and photographer and some times it’s Monday and I’ve been running about for twelve hours straight and only get to begin writing once my house is to bed and I’m alone and half drunk.
It’s Monday today, anyways.
Bozo.