through the fog 1
sometimes i can't explain why i do the things i do so i just go with it...
yesterday i got all my days mixed up. my car decided i wasn't to leave montreal early to photograph bob lefsetz in person. i ended up at the wrong shows then the right show only to hate the people in the crowd and leave a good show early.
my friend would say, 'everything happens for a reason."
so perhaps the reason was for this photo. i gps everything. i'm navigationally challenged. so as i'm driving along, a photo appears before me. between the taxis and the tram cars, smoke and fog and light and and... i tell myself, "tired. you're tired. go to sleep. go. go. go." then the gps tells me i have to turn. if i didn't turn, i would have forgotten about this photo. i'm a defective photographer. a real photographer lives for that one photo. to always try and catch that one photo. i know that's not realistic so i just keep clicking. focusing on one photo is OCD. i pretend to be healthier. :)
back to the photo...
so the longer i linger on the idea of the corner, the more i had to photo it. i swear i drove streets before i turned around. that photo nagged me. regret. i felt regret. i knew i'd hate myself for missing that photo. forget that i didn't even know what the photo was. i just knew i had to go back to that corner and figure it out.
30 minutes later in the rain. starting on the wrong side. click click click. cross the street. step. click. step. click. then click. CLICK. the series.
addendum: i really got my days mixed up. i photo'd bob. :)