I was looking back through the entries with my "photography" tag and realized that I'm pretty pleased, both with my new camera and with the quality of my work. That's always a hard thing for me to admit. But I think it's important to be proud of something. Or at least that's what I'm reminding myself in these days of tribulation. Interestingly, the photographs that I like best are the usually the ones less likely to inspire comments. I like finding a way to turn the objectivity of the Objektiv into the means of achieving a realism that feels unreal. And I like abstraction rooted in the concrete details of a representational aesthetic:That's one of my favorite images in the three-and-a-half years of shots collected in the "Picture of the Moment" album listed in my sidebar. Well, that's enough scratching myself on the back. My arm is getting tired. And I have to head to Bear Down to demonstrate yet again that the health of my knees is not necessarily the determining factor in my ability to shoot the rock.