Who knows what be next? Visited Bard to hear an explanation of the limited residenct MFA program. Took a tour of the campus. Walked past Steven Shore’s office in the photography building. Left my card on his door. I wouldn’t say it was the functional equivalent of what Philip Roth described in The Ghost Writer where the fledgling writer spends the night at the home of his idol, but I felt the vibes. Shore doesn’t teach in the MFA program. Too bad.
I call my camera Walker, after Evans. Shore, who was born in 1947, my birth year, received a camera at six and Evans American Photographs at ten. So did I, though I had a Brownie camera at three or four and looked at the book before I could read.
Don’t you think the banal can be beautiful?
