philosophy

I love making, I love tinkering: the tinkering is with words now, which fulfills some of my needs, but not all. The photographs were tinkering, playing the guitar is, and cooking, anything to do with making. I love editing video, cutting right to the frame, patching something together. All tinkering has taken a back seat, and I need other outlets for my needs. Not easy. Cooking is now something that’s taken on the procedural qualities of a science experiment, so the workflow is still a thing I need to master. But the traveling has taken on some of the cunning and art of dead reckoning. One of my scariest experiences was being left somewhere by A., with only a number of vague descriptions and directions of where it was that I needed to end up. It was then that I understood that navigation during travel includes everything that will help you get somewhere. Asking for directions (but not accepting offers of guidance), making use of every feature that is significant. I love doing that, and ending up where I want to end up. Often using a route any sighted companions would avoid, because it isn’t the obvious one visually, but the most efficient route for me, because it gets me there