|Borrowed Shopping Cart | Around SW 29th and Kentucky|
I am always writing. This was in my head this morning as I stood at the kitchen counter pouring cereal and milk for my kids:
At least there was always white bread; sugar and cinnamon, a tub of Parkay. How bad could life be? We were Americans. Hard-wired to want more, more, more, and so we were perpetually disappointed by all that we had. The white bread, sugar and fat were the poor man’s doughnut. It brought us shame. We disparaged our parents, but we were richer than most of the children in the world. This, the coveting of Generation X.
I went to lunch with friends earlier this week and one of them, Tracey, told me that I needed to pour some of the passion I have for my causes into writing my book. I’m always surprised when someone knows me without having to get to know me, because I don’t really think I know anybody. I never told her or anyone else for that matter that I’ve been thinking for awhile now that 2013 was the year I needed to write it all down.
Why Do Stories Matter
Later in the week, I told Steve what Tracey said and he asked me why I didn’t see my book as a cause. I think I can see it that way if I can figure out what Jung thought people with my personality type needed in order to get anything done: A clear understanding of the practical application. Why do stories matter? Intuitively, I know they do, but I can’t pinpoint why.
Here are two of my favorite street photography images from the last month or so. There are 40 million images posted to Instagram every week, which makes it very hard to explain to people why I think taking pictures is unique and important.
|NW 23rd Street | Oklahoma City|
One thing that’s easy to explain is the deep end. It’s a tired metaphor, but we venture into it before we’re certain we can swim.
|Around NW 14th and Pennsylvania Avenue | Oklahoma City|
Today’s Jennifer Chronicle
This is Jennifer from 1974. My mother still has that Corning Ware dish. She made a hundred mayonnaise cakes using that pan. Photo Courtesy of Graham Smith on Flickr. The Jennifer Chronicles is a blog meme. A different Jennifer every day for one year.