I read Annie Leibovitz's Book At Work cover to cover on a flight to India last month.
Like her images, the book remains.
I think of it often when sticking my fears to the sticking place... I wonder not so much how wrong I am, or how wrong a situation is, the job is merely to watch and record. I remember to stay detached from the action unfolding around me. I remember the best way to serve is to not jump in, but to dutifully witness. I remember to note my fears, check 'em for later, and face this shit anyway.
The things they don't teach you in school, honesty and open mindedness as a way to see and experience a situation.. These are things she shared with me, inadvertently preparing my for what I would experience in India.
I also learned to appreciate the 35mm lens on my Nikon.
A special thank you to Ms.Leibovitz for her honesty, insight, and thorough documentation of her journey.
And no, you can't borrow my copy, get yourself one here.
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| Reading this reinforced my love of the craft. Even in the digital age. |
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| I forget how many characters I love that revolve around the RollingStone family of the 70's. Hunter, Tom Wolfe, Annie. These were my super heroes when I was a kid, they still are. |
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| Can you imagine? Nixon's resignation. |
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| The camera, the pen, the voice recorder... tools to separate me from you. |
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| I love that she's okay with pissing people off. |
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| Big, brass balls. |
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| "The concerns I had before I went...were erased simply by being there." |
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