Inept Photojournalist

Monday, 30 November 2009

Today I would have had three great pho­tos if I’d had my cam­era with me. The emp­ty-sock­et­ed win­dows of the Schofield Building on East 9th and Euclid, (it looks noth­ing like this any­more), a sod­den couch and smashed bigscreen TV sit­ting in the mid­dle of a va­cant lot next to a shut­tered porn shop on West 25th — like some­thing out of The Wire — and a fes­tive­ly dec­o­rat­ed run-down with the words “Merry Chritmas” [sic] sprayed on the win­dow. Seeing all this in my first Cleveland snow­fall of the sea­son was ap­pro­pri­ate. There are signs of pover­ty every­where you look. You can ig­nore it, mock it, or give it a hand, and whichev­er you choose, it prob­a­bly says a lot about how you treat Cleveland.

Most of us should choose the third choice more of­ten, I know I should.

Reassertion

Sunday, 29 November 2009

I’ve been ne­glect­ing this site for quite some time. There are a bunch of rea­sons for this, but none of them are good ex­cus­es. I’ve been a busy man, and re­al life has been keep­ing me bless­ed­ly busy with school, con­fer­ences, hol­i­day trav­el, hol­i­day shop­ping and col­lab­o­ra­tion with some lo­cal folks. When my life re­arranged it­self a few years ago, I de­cid­ed to on­ly write when there were im­por­tant things to say. When Bram showed up, I told my­self I wouldn’t let this place turn in­to every oth­er weblog of a new par­ent.

All of which is a be­tray­al of the main rea­son I start­ed this thing, way back in January of 2002. To write things down that I thought or thought were im­por­tant on a dai­ly ba­sis. As a way to find my voice. Time to get back on track. I’m go­ing to write at least a small post on a dai­ly ba­sis, just like back in the day.