The wheel is turning and it won’t slow down. Can’t back up and you can’t stand still
I learned a lot today. I learned it before breakfast. I watched The President’s discussion about the horrific number of pandemic dead in our country.
That’s 120,000 more than the city of New Orleans.
I listened to a much hyped podcast on Spotify. It’s a discussion between former president Barack Obama and Bruce Springsteen. Today was podcast one. I think that there are eight in total.
Of course I learned different points from each of them, but when I spun it around in my head I came up with two things.
I realized that like most of the country I’m in mourning. I mourn for the 500,000 dead. I knew a few of them.
I also mourn for a way of life that will never return. When you think of what’s changed in your life you realized that the world shifted.
Make no mistake. I still believe that whatever the new normal is, wecan be much better than where we were pre-pandemic.
To get there, first you have to mourn. You must pass through the five stages of grief. And, then you can go on.
I can’t speak for others, but I am not particularly happy right now. It’s nothing in particular. It’s just the remains of the past year. And, this year. It is sort of a clod or fog that me feelings are in.
This year has also become a year of reckoning. It started with music. The music got into my head and I started thinking about it. It’s time to think about and work through my past life. It’s time to confront all of my ghosts, good or bad.
In case you are wondering, I’m not the only person going through this. Pandemic times opened a lot of people. We have time to think. Time to reflect. Time to make ourselves crazy.
About that last one, you know what I mean. You think about something you did in the past and you say to yourself, “What the hell was I thinking?”
Remember one more thing.
My koan or word for the year is truth. Not telling the truth. Inside truth. The one only I know. And, God.
More balloons. This is what people from all over the world come for. Mass ascensions.
The sun is low in the sky. Balloons are up.
Albuquerque has a wind pattern called The Albuquerque Box. Wind hits the Sandia mountain range, bounces along its face and pushes back out in the direction from which it came.
In theory, that should make photography easy.
You know about theories. They break down. Sometimes the balloons drift away. The end up all over the city.
One morning when I wasn’t going out, I walked into the kitchen to see a balloon almost in my backyard.
Instead of making pictures, I helped the pilot since his chase car couldn’t get anywhere near him.
I’m not that good of a guy. I didn’t want my windows broken. We were renting then. I could just imagine walking into the management office and asking for my kitchen windows to replaced. “What happened?” “They were hit by a balloon.”
The picture itself. F8 and be there. Point your camera into the sun even though they say not to do that and fire away.
“They” is often wrong.
Stay safe. Stay mighty. You are experts in the rest by now. You know what to do. Enjoy every Albuquerque Box.