It took us 3 hours to drive the 70 miles from Seattle to Olympia in Friday rush hour traffic. Robin was giving a song and dance the next morning at the regional EMDRIA association meeting, and we mistakenly thought we’d save some time by driving down the afternoon before. It is not for nothing that Seattle’s traffic is rated the 2nd worst in the country.
While Robin talked about couples’ therapy, I went to Nisqually Delta, one of my favorite places on the planet. It was blowing and pouring rain still, as it was the night before--the November storm season is upon us. My belief is that there is no bad weather, only insufficient clothing, and I enjoyed a 3 mile walk birding and photographing. A Peregrine Falcon flew about and worried the ducks, so there was a lot of action in the air. The Canada Geese overhead cackled a high, almost chirping call, which indicated they were the small Cackling race from Yukon Delta, in for the season.
Soon I was lost in "stick picture" reverie, which I now mostly shoot digitally. Someday I need to start printing this stuff, and see how it holds up to the film versions. I have an exhibition opportunity in January, and perhaps that will be the impetus.
It’s funny how, after shooting so incessently for the past three weeks on the road, I am not sated. There is no "enough," or even any sense that there is a capacity that can be fulfilled and completed. If anything, the wheels are so well greased right now that it seems the most natural interaction to my environment to be one of photographic investigation. Anything less would feel incomplete, and to not have a camera with me here would feel deeply unsatisfying.
There is the problem, though, of managing this flood of images that appears to be unstoppable. I am way behind, and I see no end in sight.
You can see the morning’s results at my Flickr page.
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