Crescent Bay, February 2009
I actually dreamt about this photograph, which is a new one for me. I always dream about 9-5 work, but never about taking pictures, or the pictures themselves, which is just now striking me as fantastically odd. Most of my dreams are simple filterings of the day’s minutia, but with the workfront quiet and anxiety on the rise, this one danced in my head even while the negative remained undeveloped and nestled away in the film holder overnight. This dream was like a sleepwalking grant, a shift paid to spend on the bench, supervised by particle drift and accelerating erosion with no clear task, shoes tied to the wings of scavenging and brawling birds, pecking at my kneecaps before ultimately climbing into the ribcage to roost.
After developing the picture it couldn’t not disappoint, but I’m hoping for a sequel, or a least some Cliffnotes.