stills raze this camera grabs unmoving portions of its moving memories during the importing process and files them away, markers of things that happened. they're grainy, like the video the still images are derived from, but make them black_and_white, punch up the exposure a little, and there's something there, something gritty but right, and there are candid moments that look posed though there was nothing studied in or about the moment. look at a little bit of life out of context long enough, and form will begin emerge out of formlessness. then make a collage out of all those snapshots you've assembled. 150125 ... ovenbird This is the photograph I take when I am a faded copy of myself: A lady slipper orchid, a wan white flame, its bloom, wax sliding from an open mouth, the curve of its stem framing the monstrous—a body twisted and pale as a snail’s underbelly, a face full of teeth, a bulging skull tied up with twine. I set a wide aperture. Focus on the flower. Let terror blend into bokeh. Though I can still hear growling, even in this image, still as a final breath. 261031 what's it to you? who go blather from