Belltown, Seattle, December 30, 2010
I worry about January. Especially at three o'clock. Here it comes. The dark.
I take advantage of the wan light to take photos anyway. My fingers are stiff with cold, but I don't care. Exhilaration. Say it with me. Exhilaration!
I'm reading Elizabeth Flock novels right now, swallowing them whole, convulsing with admiration and happiness. So good yet unsettling.
What is it that makes us want to scare ourselves? Like little kids begging for ghost stories or a roller coaster ride.
Because really, I don't like to feel fear.
I Googled Elizabeth Flock - just to see what books you are devouring. Looks like good fodder for the early dark days of Winter.
Your photography always moves me. As do your words.
Happy New Year, my Writer/Photographer/Chef friend!
Posted by: JCK | January 06, 2011 at 08:28 PM
I prefer to not have help scaring myself, as I do it quite well on my own...at the other 3 o'clock.
I had to take a triple-take on your picture. You did such a spectacular job with the effects that I thought it was a 100-year-old photograph.
Posted by: kcinnova | January 07, 2011 at 04:03 AM
I will have to check out that author. In the vein of good yet unsettling, check out Cynthia Orringer's book of short stories called How to Breathe Underwater. Caveat: the firast story is like Flannery O'Connor levels of disturbing, but the rest aren't quite as rough.
Posted by: Kristy | January 07, 2011 at 06:43 AM
I think we scare ourselves for the relief afterward. That said, I haven't made it through a Stephen King book in years.
Love your blog, and I'm looking forward to following the 365 project. I did that one year and had a blast with it.
Posted by: glasseye | January 10, 2011 at 07:22 PM