There's something inherently lonely about what I've been attracted to lately. Without going into psychological overdrive, I've simply noticed a quiet, more distant aesthetic towards the things I've felt compelled to shoot. The faces on billboards, the strange textures on walls, the random folks in bars or in the street are common themes for me but they are more distant, not engaged, more spectacle than subject. They are not aware. I don't really feel the need to engage. This shot is strangely reminiscent and as two dimensional as
Klimt's "Der Kuss" I just saw.
Whatever the case, I've been trundling along and am now in rainy Budapest. My camera has been in my pocket and used sparingly. I had a lovely camera-free moment last night as the sound of horse-hooves echoed around a magnificent Baroque dome that was part of some Austrian palace. For a moment I was transported to another time or at least a movie set for Mozart. I thought about whipping out the video camera but let it wash over me unmediated.
Make pictures, sometimes.