The images above are impressions from a recent trip to the Ringling in Sarasota.
I once saw a book title which reminds me of what it felt like when I was a boy returning to school in the fall: In September, the Light Changes. I think that's just right: everything feels different in the fall—can't quite pin down just how, but it is different. Something is over . . .
Irma's leavings in this area: thousands of people without electricity, possibly for many days, many trees uprooted, many branches down: walking around I am reminded of Taoism's teaching that the supple and flexible survive, the rigid are most vulnerable and more likely to suffer and even die . . .
We are hunkering down now for Irma. Starting at 2 this afternoon and lasting till tomorrow morning it will not be pleasant here. We just have to wait and try to get through it. I am in Clearwater at a friend's and we should be as safe as one can be given what is coming. Above you see the area I'm in; we'll see what it looks like tomorrow.
I've been playing with a new app for my iPhone—I don't often get good images with the camera app on the phone because I can't hold the phone steady enough. The new app helps make up for that and gives me somewhat sharper images—like the one above.
Teju Cole: "Camera. The small, dark room: 'camera.' Photography is shadow work, controlled exposure. There is therefore an irony (if not quite a paradox) in showing photographs: extending into the public what is birthed in secret. I think now of the Gospel of Luke: 'Whatever you have said in the dark will be heard in the light, and what you have whispered behind closed doors will be proclaimed from the rooftops.' Each photo, when seen, when brought out of the small, dark room, is a fulfillment of prophecy."
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