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One of the risks of being quiet is that other people can fill your silence with their own interpretation: You’re bored. You’re depressed. You’re shy. You’re stuck up. You’re judgmental. When others can’t read us, they write their own story—not always one we choose or that’s true to who we are.
Sophia Dembling, The Introvert’s Way (via larmoyante)
I’ve been learning this the hard way. I get stuck in my head a lot, I try to remind myself on the regular that I need to make it clear what I think and how I feel if I actually want something to be understood.
Astronomy is what we have now instead of theology. The terrors are less, but the comforts are nil.
Photography, and our understanding of it, has spread from a center; it has, by infusion, penetrated our consciousness. Like an organism, photography was born whole. It is in our progressive discovery of it that its history lies.
Do what you want. It is your art, after all. Me? I’ll grow with it.
Your Argument About How Film is Better Than Digital is Old. Like, Really Old.
Since its earliest days, photography has been practiced by thousands who shared no common tradition or training, who were disciplined and united by no academy or guild, who considered their medium variously as a science, an art, a trade, or an entertainment, and who were often unaware of each other’s work…Some of these pictures were the product of knowledge and skill and sensibility and invention; many were the product of accident, improvisation, misunderstanding, and empirical experiment. But whether produced by art or by luck, each picture was part of a massive assault on our traditional habits of seeing.” -John Szarkowski, The Photographer’s Eye, 1966.
Handheld in a Blackhawk
Some of the shots needed to be handheld out the side door of the Blackhawk, and for this I just sat on the floor of the aircraft with my legs out of the door, with the camera on my shoulder,“ continues Marzano. “For safety, I was wearing a flight crew dispatcher’s harness that was secured to a cargo ring on the floor of the Blackhawk.
John Marzano