13-1-19

I went snowboarding today.

I told people that it's been five years since I've snowboarded. The tag on my jacket from the last ride betrays the truth, it's been almost seven years. Almost exactly seven years.

But like snowboarding was a bit of an experiment, so is today's photograph(s). The first photo, artistic. Dreamlike landscapes fading into and out of reality, narratives of journey, monumental scale objects for mundane journeys, monumental journeys made out of mundane narratives. It's magical.

The second image barely more than a snapshot, but more because it has a human element in it, literally and figuratively. It's a documentation of a past that has little relevance in the present. It's a different time infiltrating this time. It's a very boring photograph with a lot of personal meaning attached to it.

The third, it's a photograph. In every sense of the word. It has a dynamic range of pure black to bordering on blown highlight (and I'll accept accents of pure white snow in sunlight will be blown out, because it is the essence of pure white). It's (subjectively) well composed. It's a good photograph.

I like the first photograph the most. The last is the best photograph. The one in the middle, well, that's what today was all about.