One of the reasons this site went on hiatus (see previous entry) is because I got kind of panicked by all the talk about how AI/GPT/whatever was going to just rampage through the web, inhaling anything and everything, including art. (And it has.) Not that I’m producing art, exactly, but a creator’s style is evidently what they’re after.

So, I started to think: What if I have a style, and AI eats it? I’m not sure whether I have a style, but I started to realize that my work is probably the very last page on the internet that AI would look at. I decided I was being silly. No one gives a fuck about me.

The other hiatus reason was that, because I was fatuously concerned about all that above, I had turned toward Instagram and started posting there. It seemed as if co-opting the work was less likely there, but, of course, I couldn’t have been more wrong. Then came a change in Washington’s administration, and with it a sickening shift in the hate-speech policies (as in, they’re gone) at those Meta platforms that include Instagram. So, I got out of there.

I guess I could just go all Vivian Maier and hope to be discovered as some hermit-photographer — and, really, that’s what would make me happiest — but, like every one of my delusions, it’s a delusion. There’s something in a person who makes what he thinks are pretty things that wants others to see them. I am accepting that I feel the same, much as it embarrasses me.

Further, I may have a photobook coming this year (we’ll see) covering a road trip I took around the U.S.. The thinking was that it may be wise to have some kind of landing site for those who like the book and want to see more.

This one is the cover image for that book. The man was doing insane vaults for the tourists on Beale Street. Clots of them would arrive, and he’d go to work. Then they’d move along, and he would rest. (2022)