Well, this is weird to post right now.

Since my last post I’ve had some amazing time and made some interesting exposures. I’ve traveled and done a long meditation retreat, with camera, in a beautiful place. Right now Vermont is bathed in soft golden light, and the maple trees are many shades of gold.

So, why post an image from California from a few years ago, of stark light and pastel colors? I don’t know. It’s been a circuitous route through lots of images. I accidentally stumbled upon an interesting composition of rocks by the Pacific Ocean. Somehow I ended up a few days after that rock that caught me, here.
I think maybe I’m trying to get distance from the visual and psychic world that I’m immersed in. The world here has been so rich, it’s hard to tell the world from my images from my emotions. They’re all blended together. California, a few years ago: this is an image, and it will stand or fall as such.

I don’t know why they shaded the plaster in pastel colors in those rectangles, which appear to have been doorways into another building.

This image was exposed just a few minutes before another strange image, here, an image strange and good in an entirely different way, as if exposed by a different strange photographer altogether.