“Hope is not a lottery ticket you can sit on the sofa and clutch, feeling lucky. It is an axe you break down doors with in an emergency. Hope should shove you out the door, because it will take everything you have to steer the future away from endless war, from the annihilation of the earth's treasures and the grinding down of the poor and marginal... To hope is to give yourself to the future - and that commitment to the future is what makes the present inhabitable.”
My chosen mode of traversing the globe through the decades has necessitated that I deposit ‘time capsules’ far and wide — bits and bobs of a life filed into long forgotten storage units, bus station lockers, basements of friends, attics of family and who knows what and where else.
Stuff changes meaning over time. Things you drag across the country in one direction or another, precious enough to save, years later you may not remember that you ever owned it, much less that it had some deeper value.
One of the most un-archival locales where I’ve chosen to drop my things has been my father’s attic. @livermore_lab would be hard pressed to mimic the extreme conditions found there and the effects of decades of freeze/thaw cycles that my various materials have undergone. Glacial winters, furnace-like summers under the bubbling black asphalt shingles as hot as a kiln. Malarial humidity. Some of my things have literally turned to dust. Diaries of thoughts now illegible, ink faded, papers eaten by microscopic bugs, electronics coagulate into molten masses. A stone plucked from the crest of some distant mountain summit, now far removed from it’s mother strata, patiently awaits for the inevitable collapse of the house and shifting tectonics to be absorbed back into the earth’s crust to confound some future geologist.
I’m home for the holidays and dad presented me with this — a roll of exposed film that he found up there amongst boxes of my detritus — best guesstimate is that it arrived there during a transcontinental move of mine in 1989.What’s on the roll? I’ll never know. Something worth photographing, I would have felt, in the late 1980s. However, Kodak ceased production of Kodachrome 64 in 2009, and processing of #Kodachrome worldwide ended on January 18, 2011. The proprietary and complicated chemicals and processes involved in developing Kodachrome were only available at a handful of labs in the world, even during the heyday of production, and do not exist now.
On this roll are the latent images, the stored ghost images that rest in limbo in between the clicking of the shutter and the chemical development, stories waiting to be told, in the dark, for eternity.
“Hope is not a lottery ticket you can sit on the sofa and clutch, feeling lucky. It is an axe you break down doors with in an emergency. Hope should shove you out the door, because it will take everything you have to steer the future away from endless war, from the annihilation of the earth's treasures and the grinding down of the poor and marginal... To hope is to give yourself to the future - and that commitment to the future is what makes the present inhabitable.”--Rebecca Solnit (Photo by Jim Herrington)
Interview: Ricky McKinnie of The Blind Boys of Alabama
Interview: Ricky McKinnie of The Blind Boys of Alabama #blindboysofalabama #blackviolin #hannahmeansshannon #newmusic2023 #americanahighways #americanamusic
Ricky McKinnie / Blind Boys photo by Jim Herrington
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Black Violin photo by Mark Clennon
Ricky McKinnie of The Blind Boys of Alabama on Multi-Generational Collaboration with Black Violin
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