Always on a rainy, late Saturday night you can find a photo that surprises. You may have to look over 6,000 to find but one, but still…
A photo by Lorenzo Mittiga. Dona Thud. Dona lives on Bonaire, an island off the coast of Venezuela. At last count she was somewhere into her 90’s.
(Consider clicking on the photo to better appreciate it.)
The white shift, the white hair, the advanced age, and yet the palpable sense of confidence, foreknowledge. aggression even.
Her arms the stuff of the ocean, her stare, and surely her soul, too. Her elbows warding off just about everything.
She reads like a siren Ulysses may have encountered on his long journey home.
A women comfortable in her skin and ideas, and quick to tell you so.
And the ocean: foreboding, patient, heartless, eternal, a heart mate.
The coldest place on earth reached -88 the other day: Oymakon, Siberia was the place. 500 people live there, raw fish eaters all of them, and one of those hardy 500 is the girl in the photo. Anastasia Gruzdeva is her name. She’s 14. The photo is a selfie, a good one. Continue reading
I’m back with a photo. I went looking for something, and here’s what I found: This man leaping. It’s by Andre Kertesz. Who I had never heard of. But then there’s lots and lots of photographers, of course. But you dig and dig and sometimes you find something. A photo worth spending time with. Why? Because you can look at it and look at it. Like you can read a book and reread the book. Or listen to a song and re-listen to the song. Dylan, Monk, Monroe, Bach, Continue reading
So with rain on the roof and the most amazing NH fall colors waning; with the chickens in, the ducks, the sheep; with November so close and showing its pointed shoulders…why not? Why not a photo and five minutes looking at it? Robert Franks’s Nebraska, 1955… Continue reading