Do you need a little darkness to get you going?
I’ve got a poem for you.
But, first, this: I used to be able to walk around Boston for hours and photograph details of streets, pedestrians, surfaces of buildings, reflections in rain puddles.
This began as a photograph of a truck crossing over the Seaport Blvd bridge on a rainy day and I was standing in the middle of the Blvd on a concrete divider.
I later printed the image on tissue paper and then I applied encaustic wax to the surface. Then, I photographed it again.
Sometimes, I focus too much on what I used to be able to do. Today, I was reminded of a poem by Mary Oliver on the Brainpickings website.
Do you need a prod?
Do you need a little darkness to get
you going?
Let me be as urgent as a knife, then,
and remind you of Keats,
so single of purpose and thinking,
for a while,
he had a lifetime.
-Mary Oliver-
Keats died at 25 years old. I’m 75.
Ok. Pity Party Over.
Onward.
