Have been thinking more and more about where photography takes me physically. I'm not just moving around the map in a macro sense--back and forth to Miami, Nashville, Detroit, Milwaukee, and others--but I'm also pushing into different places within the city I live. As if the camera was license to trespass.
It's a good feeling. And cohesive with my writing practice of the past seven years. And my interest in psychogeography. In terms of narrative and visuals, it's highly fragmented--there's just too much information that interests me.
So this journal has become something of a memory game. Why did I see something and how did I see it? What were the circumstances that led me there?