It's been about eight years since I happened upon a digital camera & started taking pictures when I was out & about. I've had no illusions that I was creating art or collecting historical data or whatever. I was just taking pictures of things I was interested or amused by, & also lots of pictures of my pets, whom I love more than anything else.
Here's something strange: I took almost no pictures on August 27th. Or, maybe, I should rephrase that. If I took a lot of pictures on August 27th, from 2014 to 2021, I didn't save many of them. Here is one of the few that I have saved:
It's from last year, & of course the context is the fact that for a couple of year right-wing fucknuts kept coming to Portland to - I dunno, "protest"? - cause problems? - who the fuck knows why they showed up. I was never around any of these situations - didn't attend protests, didn't attempt to stop demonstrations.
But though I realize it's futile, I am glad some people showed up & stood up to them.
That's an existentialist position, isn't it.
Perhaps it's that it's the end of the summer, perhaps I was simply not inspired for year after year, but for whatever reason, I don't take a lot of pictures on this date. Except! Spoiler alert! I went for a walk in a new neighborhood tonight & took lots of pictures. Maybe next year I'll share them. Maybe it'll break whatever losing streak this is. If it is.
That's an existentialist position, isn't it.
Perhaps it's that it's the end of the summer, perhaps I was simply not inspired for year after year, but for whatever reason, I don't take a lot of pictures on this date. Except! Spoiler alert! I went for a walk in a new neighborhood tonight & took lots of pictures. Maybe next year I'll share them. Maybe it'll break whatever losing streak this is. If it is.
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