Just to get it out of the way, I fell out of love with photography a few years ago. It used to be mythical to me. Someone could capture the color, light and enthusiasm of a person's personality in one specific moment. But then I realized how quickly people write off photographs.
"it's too _______."
"Where's the intellect?"
I guess that's art school for you. Always fuc*ing things up. And in a town where "art" is very visible, it's hard to ignore it. Keith's degree is in Photography, though I haven't seen him holding any sort of camera --whether it be polaroid, digital or film-- in I don't even know how long. This might be part of why I fell out of love with it. Because it seems that he did.
I guess he and I are doomed to always love the same things within reason. I suppose doomed is the wrong word, but sometimes it feels that way. For example, I've become an avid fan of naked people on dishtowels, which I never thought I would find as amusing as I do. I like to think I've implanted some of my weird loves on him as well, like purging closets (ugh, is that really the best example of something I love that I can come up with?!)... but only in moderation. He's more steadfast than I am (his wardrobe still dwarfs mine).
But I digress. Yesterday, I missed Obama's inaugural speech because I was working to get my damn bakery open. Phone calls turn into house calls turn into driving 45 minutes to find the trash company... and before you know it, it's 9pm on inauguration day and you've completely forgotten about it.
I'm running off to find a NYTimes before they are all sold out as they were the day after the election, but I wanted to let you know that I fell back in love with photography for today while scrolling through this slideshow. Give it a listen, a look. It's pretty, and amazing. Not to mention all of the 20-somethings in there made me realize what working hard and being motivated can get you. And suddenly I didn't mind being addicted to work.
