Images of the Past

I once aspired to become a photographer, took classes in college, took classes at the Finch Lane Gallery and the Salt Lake Art Center. My brother brought me an expensive Nikkormat in Thailand. I was going to be a photo-journalist. This was after I was going to be an artist, which was before I was going to be a poet.

Deserted in the Desert

I loved working in the darkroom, the smell of the chemicals, manipulating the enlarger. Problem was I wasn't very good at taking pictures. Just like I wasn't very good at painting in watercolors or oils. Just like I wasn't a very good poet.

Gang Graffiti

Discipline is my biggest problem with everything I've tried. I don't have any! My friend Marty is very accomplished at many things because she is very disciplined. It is something I've always admired and it is high time I try to develop some discipline.

Harbor Silence

I've been cleaning out and organizing years and years of files. Most have been deep-sixed. I'm discovering bits and pieces of my past, wondering where the years have gone. I've been buried under piles of papers, past projects.

Two Trees

Among the rubble I found the few images I saved from my photography classes. I thought they were great. My teacher--not so much. Oh well, it's not about the destination, it's about the trip. It has been a good trip. I've learned a lot. I've had fun. I've been frustrated at times, elated at other. It's all okay.

Reflections

I'm just beginning to use a digital camera, but have loved playing with Adobe PhotoShop for years. Life moves on, we change to keep up.