I've been thinking about how practice sometimes leads to growth that is different from the initial goal. How the mere practice of practicing something, anything, is beneficial. Practicing builds mental and emotional muscle, especially when the end result is kind of fuzzy.
This post is part of a series that explores that simple, complicated idea of "home" as I try to reconcile my now-empty nest and conflicting feelings about my hometown. In the 23 years since I came "home" to Memphis (not intending to stay more than six months), I've thought a great deal about the psychological … Continue reading Homebuilding.
The complicated idea of "home" is something I think about quite often, and sometimes, increasingly often, with a tiny hint of clarity. But that clarity is fleeting and hard to hold onto in the bumper-car surprises of modern reality, especially here in Memphis.
There are children today who in 25 or 30 years will be mothers like Liza Fletcher and Allison Parker, going about their daily business of running or getting gas. There are children today who in 25 or 30 years will be like the men who killed both women.
In the absence of data, our minds make up stories, and doing that is completely normal. But they’re exactly that: stories. Sometimes, we need to rewrite them.
Simple idea, always worth repeating: The first step in solving a problem is getting the problem statement right.
I jumped into photography the same way I jumped into countless other things: enthusiastic, certain, and ignorant. At that time, in the beginning, I hadn't the faintest idea of how a camera worked, much less the chemical science behind film or printing. I had Ansel Adams posters on my bedroom wall and a book titled … Continue reading Rel__s_.
Caring for one another, across generations and identities, is a human survival skill, an early evolutionary differentiator that is increasingly endangered by our allowing fear and doubt to cloud the path ahead.