11.13.2007

Mailer

Norman Mailer died this past Saturday. I was reading a Mailer novel on Saturday. I did not take pleasure in the book. I trust my bad vibes were neither a coincidence nor a serendipitous act that caused his death.

I took a walk in the woods this past Sunday morning. Left the camera at home, this is characteristically a good thing. I enjoy the stillness and the silence that nature has to offer. The tranquility of letting go of the rest of the world is a pleasure for me. Frustratingly, I walked into the ideal shot. No camera, not really caring about how I should take pleasure in this compositionally perfect moment. I spent the next 45 minutes cursing myself for leaving the camera at home. Probably bad karma for the negative thoughts about Mailer.