here is what happened. i couldn't handle it, so i left the country for three months and then bought a one-way ticket to somewhere i'd never been.

what happened was that i ended up in ohio, working in retail. the joke is on me, and i'm okay with that.

what happened was that i realized that i am happiest as a pianist and i am best as a pianist and that i need to write my instructor a letter that goes something like:

dear daniela,
you're right. all i want to do is play.
i'm moving back.

love,
emily

also finally got around to developing the last of my film from switzerland. here are some.

Shooting a specific image often means to complete a complex process after a deep investigation. The photographer is supposed to find the subject following too many signs. Those signs are often inside us, many of them come from our past. How is it possible to recognize those signs? Is it possible to explain how every feeling, every memory, can be put together in one single image?



sort of a lengthy and pretentious interview with the photographer, todd hido, but i like his images.

one of my favorite photobloggers has taken some wonderful shots at the rally to restore sanity. since i cant link the images here, here are some links to the images:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/sgoralnick/5149295528/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/sgoralnick/5149273856/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/sgoralnick/5144078618/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/sgoralnick/5137926384/ (<--if you dont look at any others, look at this one)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/sgoralnick/5137925572/