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  • Eyes half-shut I start my morning putting a pot of water on to boil, grinding dark roast and expresso beans, then tapping the contents gently out of the grinder into a french press, and wait to hear the all clear whistle from the pot - slowly pouring the water into the press’ glass vessel, stir and wait for it to steep like tea.

    After waking my computer, brushing my teeth and putting my contacts in, I return to the kitchen and plunge the stainless steel filter down the opening of the beaker, trapping the grounds and best - letting all the coffee oils penetrate the water.

    I serve myself that first cup, it is piping hot, and it feels good to steam my sinuses with the rich heavy caffeine. I take a drink.

    I’m ready to start, and like most days i try to find a photograph in my files that tells a story, One that i might read and enjoy.
    ~
    This photo has many levels, but i will try to find a single focus, a unity, the ultimate reality of knowing that It will always be itself, all in this frame.

    NO, line 1 is not One, even though it might appear obvious, it seems lost or maybe even trapped and is politically too far to the right.

    The problem is - sorting out all the lines, the connections, the geometry, the distant castle tower.
    Is it about getting somewhere? Thinking past the clutter? or just trying to remember where i’ve been or where i’m going?
    ~
    As i recall - we drove down the Piesport switchbacks into the Mozelle River valley that late May day - it was cloudy and rainy, but the landscape of near verticle vineyards (the locals explained that the clay in the steep terraced mountain slopes above the Mosel, gave their wine a distinctive texture, weight and nose) and the medieval castles guarding every village north and east to the Rhein, were awe inspiring.

    i kept shooting, trying to find the perfect castle in the mist, the best vineyard shot across the river.

    Going back through my photos from that day, I can not find a single picture of people interacting in the environment, working the terraced vines, harvesting the grapes, a maiden in the castle keep. I had only captured people selling the products of fermentation and the objects they were restoring to identify, isolate, protect, intimidate or impress.

    I still haven’t found One.

    Time for another cup, maybe I can find a more people friendly photo, before my 11 oclock lecture.
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