We should never mistake The Photograph for the Thing In The Photograph. There is, of course, that pesky undeniable immediacy of the reflected dead light of The Thing. But still, it is an image of The Thing and often hardly a direct one at that. After 170 odd years these images are still surreal, eerily unreal. Garry Winnogrand said something on this topic, on photographing things to see how they looked photographed. Of course there is something to this idea, that a photograph of a thing looks a bit different from the thing itself. (Somewhere in all of this lies our discomfort in seeing ourselves photographed but for that you should refer to Camera Lucida by Barthes.)
This is the closest thing I have, to a photograph of nothing. (Of course it is a photograph of something. Photographs are always of something, there is always something in front of the lens. Pesky materiality.) But all that remains in this photograph (I don’t recall what it was, presumably film loading foolishness) is the various pieces of the things that I have in all my photographs: film grain, scanner noise, light fall-off, dust, scratches. A more direct portrait of the things which usually hide away in my photographs. The backstage crew: the film, lens and scanner, out at last for a round of applause.
*Note: the same applies to your digital camera, just the backstage crew differs.
Oh no! Acid Mine Water! It is concerning that the minister addresses the alarmists that are saying that we’ll face serious problems in less than 17 months. Note that she does not address the idea that there will be serious problems in more than 17 months. Start re-watching your favourite post-apocalyptic films and taking notes. That or we can move down to Cape Town and annoy the locals. I’d get a kick out of that.
Us Kids Know have very kindly supplied Ben with a sample of their new track “Problems”, which is released on cassette this Friday. Listen to the song here. Then head on over to Joyburg and keep refreshing until they post the second part of the snippet. The sample is awesome. I am suitably excited.
It is confusing to be here at this time, like this. It feels like this time maybe the seasons really have turned and Winter is behind us at last. But something about this early Spring doesn’t feel quite right. Something is missing. It’s too dry. It’s like Winter dressed up in Spring’s clothes. Where is our first rain? It probably isn’t even due yet. And it’ll come eventually. Something half-hearted towards the end of September and the punishing heat in October and maybe some hard rain. Maybe. And in a few weeks we’ll forget that it was ever any other way and forget what it was like here during Winter. How the cold rolled in under our doors and climbed into our bones and bruised us from the inside out.