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i went for a late night walk yesterday, mainly because i hadn't run in several days and needed to just get out and MOVE. but of course, i brought the camera. as you've heard me mention, my town, newburyport massachusetts, is a small quiet place. last night, the streets were void of all life. cars were in lots or driveways to make way for snowplows, and no one was out walking at 10:30pm. just a lonely exercise starved person like myself in search of an image or moment that could transform this "life is good" type town into something phenomenal and epic, at least to me. i've been in search of these photos, for over 10 years, from when i got a small olympus stylus epic and shot photos constantly. what a great little camera that was. damn, i miss it. now, it seems, i'm always hoping for that one shot that will define it all. a shot that will explain to someone everything that is going on in my head. an image that will make someone's heartbreak, in the way that i have previously explained heartbreak. 

a photo that will make someone truly understand me. 

perhaps this is a lot for one image to do, actually, i don't believe that. stand in front of picasso's guernica, or a work by sol le witt. stand on a dark hillside in valley forge park, and stare at the memorial arch, lit up alone amongst the forest and forts. listen to "horn" by nick drake, or read the passage in The Fountainhead where Roark explains to the dean of his school that he doesn't need school anymore. hell, watch brando explain to sheen the utter impossibility of war and humanity. 

these single moments of creativity or expression, if they are worthy, extend miles and miles beyond their original intent and purpose. 

ok. good.