At a certain point Diane Arbus told herself to not photograph what she had done before. I think about the wisdom of widening horizons and being open to the new, but it's good to keep the familiar pathways open too.
Walking home yesterday I saw a bit of hardboard in the back of the van, scumbled over with white and ruled across by the lines of the back windscreen heaters. Minimal like Agnes Martin.
I took a shot of a white -washed window a month or two ago - handmade cumulonimbus - you can see it in the timeline of my instagram page. It's also used in my coming youtube film - very exciting. And I had taken a scumbled window in Enniskillen two years ago - a mad abstract where the clouding was dotted with large orange circles.
So I looked at this van and as I often have done, felt tempted to pass it by - 'tick, done that'. But I followed my rule.
My outer eye had seen the drips, the stripes the mottled whiteness.
My inner eye had seen the Gothic castle scape created by the reflections. My inner eye and my friend and witness, the camera.
you stand to lose much more than your time.