Photography is a curse. Once the spell is cast your way, and your heart knowingly opens up, there is no turning back. Anyone who really commits knows there is no turning it off. All reasons for the descent are valid. Like Robert Johnson at the crossroads making a deal, he knows he cannot break. The curse of photography takes over, turning any and all endeavors into subliminal ranking systems of what lives in the take. Nothing else seems to matter. The noise of life reduced to a quiet hum as the retina burns to come alive. Sound: Swelling, Projector, Music for Visual Media.
Is there an accompanying video?
It’s not there?
there is now…