A boy, a coffee, rewind, reset, wake up…

Padua, Italy

Admit it. You knew reading this first entry in my new blog would be a different experience. That I would write sentences with the cadence I feel inside, a musicality, a rhythm. Not a simple string of words, but something that would require you to work a little to understand.

So I am sitting right now with a coffee. And the reverbs of memory. Induced by opening up my cloud-based photo depository and calling up a random year (2017) to match the exact current calendar day— 2023, September 4th.

I sat then in a cafe in Padova, Italy, my home for many years. I needed to appreciate how lucky I was to have a clear moment, to lift up my gaze, to see how the reflection of glass doors and mirrors cast a rather mundane photograph into something else.

I think that is a metaphor for all of us. We live in the present not realizing the magic all around us until, if we are lucky, we get to contemplate that moment in the future and see the spangle.

Today I am on the verge of becoming something else. Of returning to a different type of life. To let go of some recent disasters of the heart, of a health scare, of displacement, and loneliness.

I am beginning, I think, a years-long recalibration of my photographic experiences, delving into my archives and organizing, showing my eye through a website and future book projects, having a consistent coffee chat with you— whatever audience that is— and to be more aware in real time of the spangle.