Thinking way too much about death, lately. Got some sick family members with terminal diagnoses, I'm at the age where every ache and pain could possibly be something fatal, pop culture figures I've lived with my whole life are passing away...but will this photo session be remembered?

 

Does it matter!

 

Will writing down all the details (should we put a shirt under that dress, too much skin, let's get the make-up just right, oh this light!) somehow make it permanent in the memory of the world? But what if Flickr goes away? Where does it all go?

 

That's the discipline. Maybe none of it will be remembered (hell, half the time I can't remember anything), maybe none of it mattered...it's why I always focus on Process, on the experience, rather than the result, the product, the content. The continual act of living, rather than the record of having lived.

 

One day everyone involved in this photo will be gone from the world, but who cares about all that. Right now, I've got some cameras in my closet, some friends with great faces, let's go have some fun.

 

There is only one god: Death. And what do we say to Death? Not today.