Mon Petit Chou
I have crossed the line. I now buy produce not just for its nutritional value, but for its aesthetic value. So, when I come home with some odd fruits or vegetables, my husband asks, “Are we actually going to eat these?”
Sometimes we do.
Taking Shots
The Photographs of William S. Burroughs
“There is only one thing a writer can write about: what is in front of his senses at the moment of writing… I am a recording instrument… I do not presume to impose “story” “plot” “continuity”… insofar as I succeed in direct recording of certain areas of psychic process I may have limited function… I am not an entertainer…” from Naked Lunch
Apparently, Burroughs recorded life using more than a pen. A new book has been published, Taking Shots: The Photographs of WIlliam S. Burroughs, the catalog that accompanied an exhibit of William S. Burroughs’s photographs at The Photographers Gallery in London. It seems there are more than a few writers who also took pictures, including Jack London, Eudora Welty, Ralph Ellison, Wright Morris, and William Faulkner.
Charlotte Napping Upside Down
A Feather
A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.
–Gertrude Stein, from Tender Buttons
Ear Buds
Bowl of Shells
For Imogen Without the Hair Pins
Imogen Cunningham is another photographer from whom I draw inspiration. In addition to her flower photos, her still lifes, particularly the unmade bed with hair pins scattered atop the sheet, is one of my favorite images.
Silverware
There are some images that, for whatever reason, sink into the psyche. Wright Morris’s work, his extraordinary presentations of the ordinary, informs and inspires my own work. He not only takes beautiful photographs, he combines them with text in his novel, The Home Place, which is where his image of silverware in a drawer can be found.
Old Books
Word Bloom
Redzenradish Photography 