Passport, please

I don't document my life too much these days. Whatever happens tends to leak into other writings that aren't so distributed (i.e: poems/lyrics that end up in a text file on my desktop).

I haven't much care for it anymore. I'm trying to stick with the "whatever happens, happens. move on" schpeal. Such Is Life.

A lot of these things also used to be found in photos that I would take. I used to take a lot of pictures, and sometimes, if something grabs my attention and I am armed with my camera, it still ends up that way... but lately not so much.

Stopping to take a picture can be bothersome, it can interrupt, much like stopping fooling around to put on a condom: a tiny bit of precious time is lost in the act, no matter how vital the act may be. You lose a bit of the thrill of the moment.

So I stopped taking pictures for a while. Maybe I haven't done much worth photographing. Sure, I still take a lot of pictures, and want to keep doing so, but I suppose I'm trying to refine what I take pictures of, to save space on my computer, and to save time.

And to save effort. I've been worrying about effort more these days, what to put it into, and what to avoid putting it into (at all costs). I've never been very good at that, knowing when to leave something be, when to give up, bugger off, and with Photography, I'm trying to get it into my system in a slightly more natural way.

It's easy to stop taking pictures: Stop doing things that you want to remember... ha! No, not like that. But it does seem that way, looking back..

I like taking pictures of people, or ironic things (see portfolio, 50's tractor battery being charged by solar panel), and lately those two things haven't been available visually.

So documentation of where I've been is rare now. Like I haven't really been anywhere or done anything... Like I don't exist anymore.