Finding Floyd
Young photo-freelancer Jonathan has decided to come to Floyd County to complete a project over the next six weeks. He hopes his visits will result in 15 images to best tell the story of the full and true identity of those who live within the county lines. He found me--how else: via Fragments--and we spent yesterday afternoon making contacts, kicking around ideas, to give him as broad a picture of what needs pictures as I could muster.
This was not a difficult or onerous task; the idea for such a project has already passed my mind more than once. The difference: Jonathan can pay his bills with his photography. His experience and skill, already at his age, is impressive and I look forward to seeing the county through his lens and to reading his narrative in a glossy magazine someday before long. And you'll probably hear more about this as he accumulates his portfolio for the project. But that's all for now.
I'm painfully behind on class notes--for 2:00 today!--because I was having too much fun showing my new photo-friend the tiny town of Floyd. Today will be blogging-lite day. However, I can tell you everything you ever wanted to know about the pancreas and thyroid and their associated diseases--like goiter. You think you've seen a goiter before? That's wasn't a goiter: THIS is a goiter. Apologies.
And against that grotesquery is the charm of Buffalo Mountain's silhouette at the end of a day when the weather changed every ten minutes. I waited for a half-hour at the top of a ridge on my drive home from town yesterday, waiting for that one shaft of light that would break through the churning clouds to turn a ho-hum image into a prize winner. And the golden glow disappeared, and the rains came--again--and I came home damp and happy after a very interesting and stimulating day.