For a while, I've been captivated and swept up in an ocean of progression, harmonies and new beginnings. Music has been my only way. Words simply weren't enough–using them implied understanding, which would have been misleading–and photographs would not be caught.
It started with a single note back on February 8th (I remember clearly), then a chord, and a progression which escalated and diminished, and was then sustained. There has been a significant interruption in the rhythm of wave against shore, but this is the nature of shifting sands. So, I somehow found myself in the middle of this swilling ocean clinging to my guitar with nothing but a voice, and nothing making much sense. Let it come, was the advice, so I did just that, as I cast adrift.
I'm on another shore now–one which I couldn't see or imagine the last time I was here. For all the bewilderment, grief and disorientation in change, music has been everything – my ship. That's not such great news for this space (at least short term) whose life is about photographs and words, and I'm sorry about that! But music teaches me that not everything can be held on to, or pointed at, and if you cling too hard to pictures your scenery can never change, as it must.
{Today's Soundtrack: Bon Iver - For Emma, Forever Ago}
