I love black and white photography, but I’m not sure why. Somehow, b&w captures emotion better than color, I guess.
I’m posting two photos I came across recently. Both caught my eye for different reasons. The first begs a question: What’s the young man flinching from? Why are his pants unbuttoned and lowered? Why’s his shirt raised? He’s clearly frightened. By what?
I slept in late today; I was tired from yesterday’s road trip and all my afternoon activities, I guess. I skipped my morning walk on the beach and stayed in bed until nine AM. I feel rested now, and ready for a productive day. I have much to do, in both the writing department and preparation for Christmas. It’s less than three weeks from now. Yikes!
Someone named Jared wrote me yesterday. He said, “A friend lent me your new book called Capable of Evil. I read the whole thing in about two hours. I can’t say I liked the story, Martin. That’s some sick shit, too much violence and death. But I like your writing style anyway.”
Hmmm. I guess that’s a backhanded compliment. Or is it? Well, you can’t please everyone, can you?
It’s a very quiet morning, here on the island. No traffic, no construction sounds. I have my windows and doors open, and the only thing I hear is my patio fountain gurgling. I love these kinds of days; they’re conducive to writing. I’ll work on my new novel for a couple of hours, and then I’m off to the city to brave the retail world. Wish me luck, readers, and have a nice Thursday.