Sunday, February 23, 2014

After Long Silence

It's the camera's fault. It insists on not being unloaded. No pix = nothing happened. Also no record, no memory, no way to date events. Have I been to Portland twice or three times since last post? Did I get to the ocean? Who am I anyway?

Lucy Lippard says in Time and Time Again, "Photography has become essential in narrating personal experience." No pix = no narrative.

I have nothing to say really until after tomorrow's scans in Portland, and then probably not here. This is not a cancer blog, it's the beach-bunny blog, the joy-of-living-in-paradise blog; and that I don't have in my life any more.

Soundtrack: 'Have I stayed too long at the fair?' And... 'And wasn't it a long way down, wasn't it a strange way down?'

Thx to Lori Marx-Rubiner @regrounding for moving me this morning to say SOMETHING.