So, another post of, well, trash really. I don't think it elevates anything to call them "found objects", they're still technically garbage.
When I saw this particular book laying on the ground, by nature I thought it was interesting to look at from a textural standpoint, which is usually where it begins. Any deeper meaning evolves or devolves while I'm behind the camera or studying it later.
This time however, I was struck by the text "Just before Bill disappeared,". For some reason it punched me in the gut and made me a little uneasy. I realized my mind immediately went to my son Nathan and it made me tense. Since he's been born, I've become overly sensitive to any kind of stimuli that conceptually puts my son in danger or takes him away from me completely. When I was getting my photo degree, for awhile I seriously considered going into forensics photography. Now, I have a hard time watching the news, I still get a little weepy when I take him home to his mom's, and the most recent story of the lost boy scout really had me by the short hairs.
Funny how things change.