Cold here and yet I’m reading about another kind of cold altogether in New Jersey, Massachusetts and Maine. Hibernation is not such a bad idea.
I responded to a call for entries from The Academy of Art Museum in Easton Maryland. Not many, 5, from which they may choose all or none. Seems easy enough, but it took a while. When a photographer does a series or a project, one of many they may have in the works or recent archives, they go with what there is, a set from 10, 12 or more related images. When I make that kind of choice it’s from 100, 200 images made over the last couple of years and most of the images have no connection to each other. I got it down to 70 and then 30, finally to 20 and then asked for help. The eyes I trust were quite willing and I really appreciate it. Funny thing is, except for one image, we agreed, Franca, a painter friend in Maryland and me. After an interesting range of communication about the images, I think I’ll do that again, start with a group of 50 and winnow.
One of my very favorite families visited here briefly this last week, the three of them. Within their number is a four years old boy, a great kid, his own kid really. We walked together through our besieged park, to the playground. He’d been there before. We were the only people in sight. It was cold but none of us minded. This image came from that time. There are others. I thought I’d share this one.
Fly little bird in the cold, oblivious to that elemental clutch, happily basking in the freedom.