Indulgences. I have no idea how enormously large our carbon footprint has become over the past few weeks. We’ve kept up an almost insane shooting schedule. It’s often a chore to wash the dishes due to a few stray XLR cables or a charred softbox in the hallway. Clutter. The clatter of beer bottles colliding into the recycling bin.
So.
I’m diving back into The Count of Monte Cristo. I’ll spend some time with André Kertész and I’ll ponder this on my commute …
Sorry I ate
the plums
in the icebox
They were so
sweet
and so
cold.
William Carlos Williams (paraphrased)
