I’ve been spending most of my time the past few weeks in some sort of haze; Staying up till 3am streaming episodes of LOST, trying to figure out the meaning of it all; My work that is, not LOST. I’m pretty sure I have a handle on what’s going on there. But sometimes I too feel a bit lost. I ask my self, in a world where we are inundated with images, what value does our own work hold as image makers?

I stopped pondering so much after I developed this picture. Reflecting upon the evening when I shot it, I realized that walking around the city in the rain at night was fun, and that’s all that matters. At the end of the day, I do it for me. So tomorrow when I wake up, I’ll remember and reflect and concept and study and think and create. I’ll do this because I need to.

As Nick Carraway says to conclude The Great Gatsby, “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”