Sometimes we record things imperfectly just for the sake of recording them.*

There’s an article on Joan Didion that I haven’t read all of yet. I need to get back to work, so I bookmarked it for later:

http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2012/01/the-autumn-of-joan-didion/8851/1/

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* Sometimes we even love those recordings more for their imperfections. The imperfections are telling…

That picture up there, for example. That light is lovely, right? And it’s those two clouds, experiencing the same angle of light together, that made me want to capture it. It reminded me of Erik and me. But I didn’t stop the car to get out and get a decent picture of it. Why? I was driving back to LA from our roadtrip in New Mexico. I was sad that I’d had to say goodbye. I was tired from emotional intensity (the good kind, with him; the bad kind, thinking about what I’d do with myself when I got back to mom’s: no job, worrying about the future, etc.). I was lazy and just trying to get back to LA so I could rest. I was driving fast and I only had time to record the image, not perfect it. And looking at it now, this picture says that, to me. I didn’t get an ideal picture. But I got a picture that is more telling than an ideal picture would be. So, it ends up being the ideal picture of that moment anyway. See? That’s nice.