I am motivated by an avoidance of working on another book, the contra dance project, which is creatively becalmed right now. And I appear to be home more this month than I anticipated, so I'm making a project for myself. I'm also acting on my revelation the other day that I have an inordinate number of photographs of one place, Montlake Fill, the old garbage dump behind Husky Stadium that's the premier birding hotspot in Seattle.
To keep things sane I'm only looking at my digital shooting, from which I have a hundred and a quarter odd selects (from 3500 images). I'm not even considering my previous two decades of shooting film there—it's been that kind of place in my life. I have them disarrayed on work tables, pinned to my display wall, scattered about my mind as I ride my bike and wash the dishes. I have no idea what I'm doing. I am a terrible editor of sequence.
The end result will be a Blurb book, in time for the holidays. But to get from here to that—I am stymied. Anyone know a good editor who can help me?