film :: photo by my dad :: NYC mid 1960’s
right now this feels like me spinning plates, the dizzying sweatty act of too many things up in the air, rushing from plate to plate to keep them all going. knowing any minute there will be a loud crash as they clatter to the ground. then begins the simple act of stepping lightly around shards of cracked ceramic to start again.
my father took this photo , he keeps his stories to himself. i can appreciate that. and all i know about this image is how it makes me feel. through that, i find the stories and imagination of people and place. through this, i fall in love with photography again and again.