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                        Days of light

As a photographer I have learned to gauge life
in aperture openings and shutter fractions.

8 hours used to run by like silence in the darkroom
before I bought a digital camera.

I played the Cuban music so loud other patrons complained.

But I needed that in order to usher the prints through their development,
referencing the desire which conceived them in the first place.

When I return to a photographed place I am often surprised
by the fact that it exists at all.

In my 2 dimensions it takes on the quality of a tale,
all ends connected to all other ends.

Of course the temptation in art these days is
to relate everything
to everything else, as if the sub-conscious anchor
had already been dropped before I got there.

It’s not a new idea.

Metaphorically speaking the unconscious is nothing
but another combination of f-stops.

A sad journey of light from thing
to film.