This past January, when I was a resident at the Vermont Studio Center, writing my brains out, one day I took a break and went out and shot pictures, using a visual language and vocabulary for replace my written one for a day, and voila! I cleared my brain and I was fresh the next day. Take a look. Today in Boston was like that day on the backroads of Vermont, where I couldn't NOT take a photograph. It was in impossible. Everywhere I looked I saw an image. Sometime I took it; sometimes I just looked at it.
I don't know where I'm going. I don't know what I'm going to do next. All I know is I'm on to something.
Oh, and then there's there: What Photography Taught Acclaimed Author Teju Cole About Writing. It showed up in my inbox today.