Photography, I realize, has become an act of comfort for me. When I pick artist’s dates, most of the time I think about it from the perspective of “what have I yet to photograph?” I realize that I need to round out my experiences beyond that just a bit – photography is wonderful, but not the only thing I do, and lately my picture quality seems to have degraded a touch. I’m also taking more photos of people, and the people I photograph most are squirrely about having their picture taken, which may also factor in.
These photos are from a local museum that officially insists on “no photos.” Yes, I break those rules because they are completely absurd 99% of the time. I still live by the philosophy “if the rule is stupid, break it.”