Roman fever

For most of last week, I kept thinking of Henry James' poor Daisy Miller, becoming gravely ill after visiting the Colosseum in Rome. Not that our situations were remotely alike. I did not catch malaria whilst flirting with an Italian gentleman in the chilly evening. I merely came down with a severe head cold and sore throat from tramping around in Rome's pouring rain with my mother and sister. But the romance of the place and that particular story - it's late realizations and regrets - influenced everything I wanted to shoot, to see, to think about. That subject, though, is probably one of my main artistic influences, regardless of where I happen to be.

What I did do while there - was continue the Egress work. (I wonder if that's the right title? I chose it because I wanted to reflect how these reveries or daydreams out of the window are both an act of departing or leaving, but also the means of doing so. So far, it holds up.... Perhaps I should explore what I'm - or the viewer - is leaving - and where the reveries take me. I have to think how that would manifest itself. )

Some of my favorites.










Sometimes I wonder if - through my images - I come across sadly morose. But one of my favorite things in the world is a good laugh. We had a few last week.