This inkwell, give me on Thanksgiving by my friend the artist Jack Metzger, is now part of my old inkwell collection. It was some writer’s Apple Computer nearly two hundred years ago. Each bubble has its own story and this inkwell has more craftsmanship in it that most homes built today. My own news. This inkwell helps me make sense of the world. Thanks Jack.
I don’t watch the news much because I don’t want to support their news by giving money to people who sell fear as information and profit from it under the guise of civic duty. I heard yesterday of the violence in a small number of stores on the aptly-named Black Friday and I wondered about the people who would maim others for a game player or to save two dollars on a waffle iron and it made my heart sink. How does one make sense of a world like that, on a holiday meant to give thanks for the good things we have in life? Make your own news. Here’s how I do it:
So here is how I make sense of this wonderful world, this joyous place, full of light and beauty and love: I go out and find some and photograph it. My world makes sense to me.
