Photos with too much light blind me. The white escapes. It feels like an adventure film is pushing me aside to disappear from existence with a snap. I seek something darker to look at. And I seek to make all darkness my default. Just going about my stupid day. Taking photos of all of these people like that with that matchbox camera he calls a camera. Those cameras are supposed to be about flying windsails above the beach in the marin hills where you fly above the Sonoma Vineyards as you approach the fires of the Pariah. And turnaround.