I put up Lost Music for sale. That shot has several hidden meanings for me; feelings about my mother who was a musician and the echo effect of the gate's vertical lines and the musical staff; as well as other things that I'm sure are not remotely apparant to anyone else.
But there you go. I can well imagine the guard in the future museum pointing out these "secrets" to the art grazing public. "Now, if you'll step this way, we'll take a look at Lost Music. Of course, the irony is that the music is not lost, it has been found by the photographer. And furthermore, if you look at the hologram closely, you'll notice that the gate echoes the idea of the musical staff." And some future wiseguy can say, yeah, 'cept that a musical staff only has 5 lines in it. So why's his fence have six lines? Huh? And the curator can explain that in the 20th century, photographers didn't like to be too literal.
How does day 12 feel? Better than day 11. My mind is still not into shooting, and I'm not pressuring myself. I went at a pretty good clip for a long time, and I'm enjoying re-working old prints.
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