A New Path & Resigning From The Human Race

  The weather forecast for this morning called for complete cloud cover before this afternoons storm and because of this forecast I decided to go for a hike and take some landscape photos in the Wissahickon park. After a short bus ride and walk I quickly realized that the weather forecast was once again wrong.

  I'm searching for a new path for my photography and so far not much has been working out and at this point I'll do anything to not return to urban photography.

  While todays weather didn't work out the way that I wanted it to I was able to take a nice long walk in solitude and then finish up at a great coffee shop at the trail head. Thinking about photography I became frustrated with the day and thinking about a couple of bodies of work that never materialized this year, one being because we haven't received a single inch of snow this year which hasn't happened since the early 1970s. It's kind of hard to put together a typology of snowmen when there is no snow. After a couple of miles those thoughts stopped and I was enjoying the solitude to the point where someday I would like to resign from the human race. I'm pretty reclusive now, I hate social media as well as most of the internet, I've gone my own way from the rest of my family and my friends have moved on. Natasha and my two cats are the only things in my life and truly the only place I enjoy going is Bob's Diner but it's not going to last forever especially when the owner is in his 70s and his wife has worked there for 46 years already.

    There's an episode of the old Tv series "Taxi" where an artist lives as a recluse and an episode of "Barney Miller" where a recluse for 35 years was arrested for not reporting from jury duty. Both of these episodes puts a smile on my face and there's a regard for anyone with the guts to live a life of solitude, even if it's in the middle of a city. As for me a transition like this would be easier if I at least had a window that looked on to something interesting where I could still take photos but I do always have my painting. the thought of being a recluse is not new to me but over the last three years I have given a lot more thought about it.