photography

some days, i feel like a public telephone

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interpret that as you will, but please, it's not that i feel dirty, handled, used, abused or neglected; i'm sympathizing with the position of the public telephone way back on the verge of the cellphone explosion. these phones didn't know what would happen, at that point they still had hope. but they couldn't help feeling suddenly and perfectly lonely, with a fleeting sense of aimlessness.

when was the last time you used a public telephone, or saw someone using it? or acknowledged its existence when you've passed the same one in a place you've traveled a thousand times over? have you ever once thought about how it feels? poor, damn, thing.

darkness frees emotion

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the dark of night is dangerous.

it takes our deepest thoughts and warps their context,

obscures their reality,

exacerbates them into planets that swirl above our heads in our own universes,

where they mingle with trapped emotions,

emotions that are magnified once hidden by night,

as they are released from their daytime suppression.

for in the dark emotion has no fear, no reason for it to hide;

an invisible character is safe in an invisible world.

there is no sense of judgment served from the clarity of day,

the microscope that perpetually examines.

there is no fight with logic,

emotion just presents itself for the world to see;

naked, exposed and dramatic,

it anticipates dark with the silent drumroll of twilight,

slowly creeping forward, growing confident with the sinking sun.

dusk is dangerous,

for it allows raw emotion to sneak out,

emotion that is searing and bold and frolicking,

it takes its own wheel, driving waywardly along the border of truth

without a sniff or a care or a second glance.

darkness frees emotion, letting it run wild like a shadow,

shameless and inescapable.

bliss

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"I know what people mean when they say they feel as if they're floating. That's the way I felt, as if my feet weren't attached to the ground, as if they were bouncing off the floor, touching lightly, and bouncing again. And inside me, it was as if bubbles were drifting, bumping gently into each other. I was happy. No, that doesn't even describe it. I was... jubilant, ecstatic. I drew it using all the pencils– yellows and oranges, pinks and blues. I drew purple shoes on my feet and wings on my shoulders. My eyes were closed, the way you see pictures of angels sometimes with their eyelashes down on their cheeks. So does it make sense that I wasn't thinking? That all that floating and all those bubbles made me think I could do anything?" -Pictures of Hollis Woods by Patricia Reilly Giff

a moment in time

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Lens, New York Times' photojournalism page, is creating a mosaic showcase project titled "A Moment in Time" that presents a glimpse of the world from thousands of perspectives at 15:00 hours U.T.C. on today, May 2, 2010 based on the submissions from photographers (anyone with a camera) across the globe. the images submitted are free to capture virtually anything, as long as it's representative of where the photographer has been or what the photographer has seen at that exact moment. i decided to participate, and captured a shot at that time (11:00am eastern) during a study break while at a nearby cafe, which will hopefully be included in the final showcase. whether it actually gets posted or not is fine by me, i just thought this was such a cool idea, and i can't wait to see the end result.

the site will be showing samples of the collection as it grows this week, and the final mosaic will be completed at the end of the submission period on Friday, so be sure to follow/check it out at lens.blogs.nytimes.com !!