lost and found

in the empty moments I would reach out to capture something. via the camera, objects in the street became hand holds on a climbing wall, tiny ledges of purchase. in busy trajectories the stop and capture claws a moment of freedom. walking past things I have captured previously builds an eccentric map, breadcrumbs on a trail, to mark existence. when logic fails go to poetry. when emotion is strong, aim at the simple.

I met  a cellist the other day - Mayda Narvey - she shared with me her practice of taking a photo of a time when she was very happy. a talisman to touch. I borrowed that practice from her for my twitter 'creative phone tip' today.

I met a man once in an airport check-in queue. He said: 'I've just said goodbye to someone I won't see for a while.' I must have offered some kind of commiseration. He waved it away by saying 'Sadness is under-appreciated.' Lostness, too, is under-appreciated. 

I remember times of feeling totally aimless and lost - feelings which at the time I wanted at the time to escape. Those moments now gleam with an indefinable quality which is strangely yet undeniably comforting (or is that just me?).

in a moment of lostness - shoot
in a moment of boredom - shoot
you'll never know what was there unless you shoot

carfish