That was how it was, how it had been, the living moment awash with beauty ignored in the quest for a better moment, slightly elsewhere, with some slightly differing other, while the weeds grew in the peony beds, and dust balls gathered beneath the sofa, and the children, unobserved, plotted their own escapes, their own elsewheres.John Updike, Bold Type
“The impulse is that the telling is going to relieve you. And that’s why you feel awful later—you’ve relieved yourself, and if it truly is tragic and awful, it’s not better, it’s worse—-the exhibitionism inherent to a confession has only made the misery worse.”
— Philip Roth, American Pastoral
There are too many images, too many cameras now. We’re all being watched. It gets sillier and sillier. As if all action is meaningful. Nothing is really all that special. It’s just life. If all moments are recorded, then nothing is beautiful and maybe photography isn’t an art anymore. Maybe it never was.Robert Frank
Joel Meyerowitz, The White Road, Tuscany 2002
The joy that sometimes comes along out of nowhere.
It’s not the daily increase but daily decrease. Hack away at the unessential.Bruce Lee