without becoming pictures

By lani

Renewal

*waves* Hi--remember me?

I never did commit to blipfoto like I meant to, not even when I first began and meant to make something of my photography, to prove some ill-understood thing about my daily life. In the interim, though--the what, two-year interim?--I've understood more about who I am in many ways, but most relevantly here, as a photographer.

What I tend to love is taking hundreds of photos all at once, processing them, dogmatically choosing my favorites, and posting them to my online gallery. What I also love is spontaneity, taking one photo here or there, of a particularly interesting random thing I happened to spot or a curious formation or something that very simply inspires me. I don't have galleries for these lonely shots and I tend to do nothing with them because of that. I waste them, essentially.

I was paging through my old blips last night, though, and realized that these lonely wasted photos are exactly what I meant to highlight here: the minutiae of a day, the little things that matter, but that don't necessarily fit anywhere.

I come back with birch trees, split and stacked in preparation for a long winter. To my eye, they look like pages, pulled back, dog-eared, and slightly abused. I like the symmetry.

So hello, old friends, new friends, familiar grayscale site. I promise to be better this time. Really.


I hear you call me, branches break in the wind
and through the leaves and concrete
you're gonna grow into something that death can't steal

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