On William Eggleston in the Real World
I guess the reason why i was upset by the documentary was the
realization that there is this whole thing happening inside of me and
then there's this outside thing, the world and my photographs of the
world. And i feel sometimes like unless i figure myself out, then i
can't really make great photographs.

And yet there's this master, chainsmoking and drinking and making
amazing pictures even as i write this entry. Yeah he's got 39 years of shooting on me, i get it, i know, but still--he's making pictures.

It seems like the photography can exist without all the whining and shit that i do. Writing emails about trying really hard, about wishing this or that.

Well shit, where is the work?

I'm not always this way, but there are those days that crawl. Today was one of them.