I regret that I wasn’t a better photographer when I traveled through so many countries, in my 30s and 40s.
For years I have been thinking about creative ways that I could interpret those journeys through the perspective of time.
All my film negatives are scanned, and some shots were salvageable with careful editing. I tried to use digital manipulation to bring out the sense of those places, but often the results seem contrived. My painting skills are not up to the task of memoirs, yet.
While experimenting yesterday with my “new” macro lens, I saw the blue glass I bought in Herat in 2004, and other objects I have collected in my travels, sitting all around my house and in storage …
So I photographed the air bubbles of Herat, the exhale of its maker rising into a vast blue sea of glass.