in my head at least.
today I am going to see Auktyon among other things. Possibly do a little street shooting. Going to be a busy day.
I understood today that it is stupid to expect recognition of my photographic vision by all,when only a small group of people bears me as a person.That is a relief.I just need someone to remind that to me every time I start to get whiny.
The Bahai Gardens in Haifa are so groomed that the word roccoco comes to mind. They seem so unnatural it is a bit frightening.
Kodak announced a new version of tmax 400.Nice.
Life is strange. Often I feel happy in the morning and sad in the evening. I have nothing to complain about but yet I am not happy. I feel I dont know where I am heading. I think one of the things that drive me is photography – but where am I going with it? An exhibition or a book would attract no one,I will never make money of it in a way I would enjoy it and yet I don’t see myself not taking pictures.
That what plays in my head:
I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
finished reading Meir Shalevs “A Pigeon and A Boy”(יונה ונער). I recommend it.
I had a long and pleasant phone conversation today with a person I haven’t been talking to for the last year or so. Refreshing.
I will go to Tel Aviv in a day or two to arrange the CLA of the leicas. I will shoot a little and hopefully meet a few friends.
Seriously – guess what is it – I’ll send you a nice Jupiter – 8 lens.
I purchased “Cowboy Kate and other Stories” by Sam Haskins. I love this book.40$ including shipping.
I just ordered “chronicles 1″by Bob Dylan and “Bound For Glory” by Woodie Guthrie.
36$ with change shipping included. I am getting addicted to amazon.
This three pictures are unrelated but for me they draw a picture of a special part of Jaffa Market.
Hushaby, don’ you cry
Go to sleepy little baby
When you awake you shall have cake
And all the pretty little horses.
Blacks and bays, dapples and grays
Coach, and a six a little horses.
Hushaby, don’ you cry
Go to sleepy little baby
Way down yonda’, down in the medder
There’s a poor little lambie.
Bees an’ the butterflies peckin’ out his eyes
Poor lambie cried fo’ his mammy.
Hushaby, don’ you cry
Go to sleepy little baby
Nick Cave – all the pretty little horses
Today I went to a bar alone for the first time.Liberating.
Watched Donnie Darko directors cut – it’s great but you need to see theregular before.
This cemetary is used for migrant workers and gentiles(in a city with small populations of both)it is very sad,small mostly neglected and lonely. I doubt it is in use anymore. It is adjasent to another gentile cemetary(WW1 brittish military one).
the ants remind me of 100 years of solitude.
“When they call me a ladies man I laugh bitterly,
thinking of the 10,000 nights I spent Alone”
Leonard Cohen
I watched “I’m Your Man” – it really shows how the field commander is higher by a magnitude then all who sing his songs.
Watched “Profundo Rosso” – so so.
