going through a stack of hard drives to collect photos for yesterday’s post, i found a file of unedited photos from san francisco taken in the fall of 2010. it would be easy to say they were just personal files indefinitely stuck at the bottom of the priority list, but i think it’s more than that. even though i exposed for them and framed them, i didn’t really see them when i uploaded the files. no big deal. a weak attempt at street photography.

cut to 15 months later and i see them. i love them for their simplicity and for their reminder of wandering the city solo, feeling at once at home and a bit lost without a time or performance pressure. often as artists, we attempt things that are just plain wrong/bad/unworthy. but sometimes we’re just not ready for what we’re producing. we’re ahead of our own time.

it’s also true of photographs that we love them more with time. that’s why we call photos investments: there’s no depreciating value, only accumulating interest over the years.

{the quiet kind: in front of you}