Summer is approaching, but Spring will not leave.
When I miss a day of writing and I can’t remember what I did, I find the closest day forward that I recollect and think about the weather. Then I try to remember the weather from the day before, and so on until I’m at the day in question. What is it about the weather--as small talk or marker in my mind?
This photographic memory from Bal Harbor, Miami. This sign actually exists in an alley between a park and this tiny motel. I had seen it through the trees on my way to a job and resolved to get to it and capture the photograph. It was a long walk and I was having troubles with the mirror in my OM-1n. The first frame I took was the one I wanted: in the upper right window a silhouette of a man or woman washing their face and while they looked in the vanity. Unfortunately the mirror stuck, and I lost that exposure.
I stood there a while waiting on the figure to return, but then noticed that the cars around me all had people sleeping inside them. I had no reason to be afraid, but it was shocking and sad. I felt guilty for invading this private-in-public space, took the frame above, then left.