Notes from the darkroom. #1on writing There was a time when I thought I had nothing to write about. Too much had already been said by others, and better.The world didn’t need another story about someone trying to find his place in it. Maybe that’s still true.But lately, I’ve stopped worrying about whether a story is worth telling and started noticing how it tries to tell itself —in light, in grain, in ink. Photography taught me that words are not explanations. They’re just longer exposures.You let the light in,you see what develops. The inspiration was never missing;only waiting,in the frames I’d been making,and the miles I left behind. Hit the road. Further tinhking?
