This time of year, days are about an hour longer here in Providence than they are at home in Dallas. The light knocking at my window just after five o'clock this morning startled me awake — panicked that I'd had missed my alarm. Another insignificant item in a long list of things to get used to.
Despite the heat wave and high humidity here I think I'll walk to work. It's only a few blocks and it makes a lot more sense than pulling the car out of valet just to find another garage to park it in a few blocks down the road. I look forward to going out for a ride tonight, though. An old coastal town like this has a lot to offer a photographer like me. I've got a new camera to try out in accordance with my "a simple life is a better life" mantra I've been chanting lately.
I know many incredible people who are content to live lives that don't center around creating something. They live what seem to be happy, full lives filled with challenge and interest centered entirely on their experience and the happiness afforded them by friendship and the consumption of those things created by others. But, no matter how hard I try, living life that way simply does not fulfill me. I need to create. I need to produce. I need to build. I need to change.
It's been too long since I've shared a photograph. It's been even longer since I made a photograph that really challenged me or moved me. This needs to change.
It isn't much, but it's a start. I'm going to attempt to write here every morning with no regard for how bad, or trivial, or short, or uninteresting these words might be. My hope is that the forced creativity and attempts at accountability will renew the ambition and drive that comes along with that need.
Lighter than air, her mind burned with possibilities. She loved him. She wanted him. Yet, in the end, he had no substance. This high school dropout wouldn't be approved by her peers.
– OneWord // Substance
