Happy New Year

The flat surface of the glass with its scratches and marks templates the growth of ice on a window. When I was younger, I thought such observations might hold deep secrets about the nature of things. Nodding of heads, stroking of chins. The unification of forces, all of that. These days, I just try to notice things as much as possible.

Happy New Year. Here's hoping for a good 2023.  

The Odometer Clicks

In my father's day, a car's odometer was a purely analog device. I remember the time he surpassed 99,999 miles on his old Ford, and it rolled over to five zeros just like when the car first arrived from the factory. Anyway, I'm not particularly good about marking each new year with top ten lists of all the great crap I did in the previous twelve months, resolutions about how I can better my crappy self, profound reflections about the meaning of it all. But that doesn't mean I take anything for granted either. I am still happy about each and every one of the new years as they come along, and I hope you are as well. Cheers to 2023!

Welcome the new year

I took this photograph about one year ago on a walk in the park. It was a crisp winter morning and I was feeling like my batteries had been fully recharged over the holidays. I had not used the word pandemic in a sentence since a term paper I wrote in high school about the Middle Ages. A few years ago, that was. I had no earthly idea what was coming. At any rate, I was naturally attracted to the clouds that day because of the drama they impart to the scene. At the time it seemed like an optimistic view. And you know what, I still think it is. Today, I'm hoping that the clouds are about to part, just a little.

The image was shot on the Leicaflex (original) with the first version of the 50 mm f/2.