Writers are sustained by words. We take pleasure in the sounds of words. For me, "Wisconsin," "riverside," "turpentine," are some of my favorites. They have a melodic sound totally apart from their meanings. It gives me pleasure to say them out loud.But we can also take pleasure in images. And this summer I am going to keep a journal of images, starting with these roses from the Brooklyn Botanical Garden. The Botanical Garden has a wonderful collection of roses and we were not the only ones taking pictures. We met an old man, who had an amazing camera, who goes to the Garden several times a week to take photos, seems to know the roses personally, and to feel sad when rain knocks the petals off.
I have no story in mind right now for the images I collect this summer and I don't want to force them into a shape they don't take on their own. But I am looking forward to the process.
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