This will close out our 10th year Anniversary week, it was nice to get out for lunch on three different days with friends. Thanks for sticking around, we will continue on as the subject matter appears. Hopefully we can get some of these images printed into small booklets this year and send a few around.
Today was lunch with a friend again and some fun shooting stuff on shelves of a basement. I have a love of typewriters but can't say I'd like to go back having to work with one every single day but maybe for small projects like a typewriter blog. A blog written on a typewriter with a Polaroid pasted on the page, just like this one but analog. I've had a small portable one donated but it needs work.
This is sort of a timely image, for this week we found out in Garrison Keillor's Writer's Almanac that it was the birth week of David McCullough, author of the books Truman and John Adams (both being books that I really enjoyed. You learned neat things like Adams would write comments in the margins of the books in his library, arguments and such. I like that he had a sense that his words would time-travel of sorts). Well, according to other sources, McCullough likes to type on a Royal Standard typewriter. The story goes (in the same Almanac issue, though I'm paraphrasing by memory) that he once started writing a book on Picasso but grew to really dislike the fellow and stopped the project, noting that you are going to live with the subject for a couple years around the clock so you better kind of like him. Yep, we'd have to agree with that, some of these images I have really grown to hate over time. Others you grow to love. Not long ago, I watched a documentary on the typewriter and was surprised about how many writers still stuck with the old machines, even to the point of stockpiling extra ones to guard against breakdowns. Well, I'll write more later if I find others to photograph.
To laugh often and much
To win the respect of intelligent people
And the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics
And endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty,
To find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better,
Whether by a healthy child, a garden patch
Or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed easier
Because you have lived.
That is to have succeeded.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~