I’m completely wrapped up in my photography right now. It’s all I want to do.
It is my escape and my addiction.
Still the real world calls. Work. Family. Critters. House work.
Photography makes more sense to me than just about anything going on out there. The Republican primary? I can’t say anything that isn’t already being said by thousands of other voices.
I can’t make sense of the full-scale assault on women’s reproductive rights. Yes, it is a war on women, one that Democrats/Progressives/Liberals have allowed to happen either by collaboration or apathy. While I agree with Gaius that women’s access to contraception should be of vital importance to men, it does not appear to be. And contrary to what he says, what is happening right now is not a war on the sexual revolution as a whole as only half of the “revolutionaries” are being targeted. If it were not so, we’d see hundreds of anti-pornography bills being enacted in state houses all over the country. We aren’t. How about anti-divorce legislation? Nada. It’s all about the woman and her baby-making parts. It is all about patriarchy and putting women in their place.
And I can’t make any sense of it.
I can’t make sense of a soldier engaging in wholesale slaughter of innocents. I can’t make sense of the wars he’s been sent to that pushed him over the edge. I can’t make sense of the bloodshed that is sure to come in retaliation. Hearts and minds, indeed.
I can’t make sense of two children dying in a fire caused by their mother’s religious “blessing” and then seeing her front and center at her children’s memorial service as though she is the victim. Does that sound harsh? I’ve toned it down.
I can’t make sense of politicians who think government should be run like a business, especially in light of the “blood out of a turnip” nonsense that has been going on at work for three years now.
I still can’t make sense of what happened with my mother, try as I might.
I can’t make sense of much of anything, so I make photographs.
I choose the subject. I control the exposure and the processing. It is art and it is science, and right now, it is the glue holding me together.