Murmurs: Avarice
My first love was an arsonistBlack eyes, deep set and avariceRed lips built like a tomb
~ Blood Loss, The Horrible Crows
Welcome to Murmurs!
A 2023 goal (more into goals than resolutions) is to post more here. Be it photography or possible other things (maybe taking a cue from Dan Milnor and his Shifter Media site? Not sure I’ll go that far but we’ll see.)
Anyway, perhaps more quick posts, like this, little photographic observations which I’m calling Murmurs.
Murmurs will be small snippets of everyday life that I see – shadows I like, color, texture. The fog in the image above.
Like the little text stories in The New Yorker’s Shouts & Murmurs section. Yes, I’m totally stealing it.
If you follow me on Instagram, I post a bunch of photos every morning, from my walks (rambles), to IG Stories. They often don’t make it onto my grid but these photos help me me “seeing”.
The IG Stories are snaps with the phone camera, yes. Often unedited, but defined by light and composition. Generated by by getting out there and shooting every day helps open my mind up to other photos that could be made. In the way-back section of this blog, it was called GOYA (Get Off Your Ass).
Getting out there, doing the work, seeing what happens.
Why “Avarice”? I don’t know, really. As I headed out the other evening, into a warm evening not seen often in New Jersey in January, the fog had settled. The light shown on my 4Runner in the parking lot. I had my Fuji XT3 and snapped a few frame.
The fog stayed with me. And the song lyrics from The Horrible Crows song came into my head.
A murmur.
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