Going through more of the images on external drive.

Finding ghosts of memories, flickers of half-thoughts, longed-for photographs that I had thought were lost, and visions of a different self.

Found a photo that I've had as the desktop on my powerbook for the past two years -- but couldn't find the original file for ages. Was extremely giddy to find it, as I thought it was gone. Had a hard drive fail 2006-2007 terms, and then another get b0rked, and had pretty much figured the raw file was long gone into pixel-black-hole.

Sometimes, I kind of think I shoot too much. [In terms of ending up with this huge massive backlog of images untouched, unseen, begging to see the light of day] Mainly in terms of how fast drive space gets eaten, and needing more external hard drives -- and from a financial perspective, relatively low to no return on investment.

But I love shooting. I love just getting out and playing with my camera, capturing light, everything around me. I love playing with materials, mucking around with acrylics, wax, prints, and just seeing where my hands take me.

I forget- I had something else I intended to type, but I am not sure what it was, at all, anymore.