BAGMAN: "What!! You can't fire us!!"
I try to explain as simply as possible. "I'm not firing you. Just giving you a few days off. Go on to Myrtle Beach. We'll be taking a week vacation there next week -- all of us, including my daughter who is coming down from Massachusetts. Why don't you and Butler get an early start?"
BUTLER: "Why? Don't you want us for the photoshoot?"
"Simplicity," I say. "Let's face it. When you guys are talking in my head, it is not ever simple."
Bagman and Butler left, carrying only a few simple possessions, leaving me alone to contemplate this week's post.
Since my life is not simple, I've been completely overhauling our irrigation system and building a partial wall on the second floor this week -- hence, the camera has been untouched -- so the simplity shoot has to be archival.
And going through old pictures, I quickly discover two things:
- I don't really know what simplicity is.
- Whatever it is, I'm not it.
Then I realize that I'm babbling in a totally non-simple fashion even without Bagman and Butler. I force myself to empty my mind.
When that fails, I just pull some pictures out of the archive and hope for the best.
This was simply a completely over-exposed botched shot
which I neglected to delete for some reason.
I took this 26 or so years ago on the day I met my wife
although aside from timing, the subject has no significance.
Simple shape? Too much color?
Okay -- I am looking forward to learning about simplicity from the rest of the Friday Shooters. And soon we will pack up for a week in Myrtle Beach so I may be out of touch somewhat...