But tomorrow may be a Russian novel, or at least an unedited Stephen King: I'm teaching a class at Tyler Junior College.
Not shooting...photography. Basic black and white with a wet darkroom. In the digital age. Like teaching Daguerreotype after wet plate arrived. One night course on Mondays and Wednesday evening. In the same classroom that I sat in the first day I had a class about photography.
We had more guys, few girls back then. Now its flipped. I have 17 girls and five guys. I think I have a couple of Spanish linguists, so everyone is going to have to habla along and learn a little photo lingo. Or lingua.
I taught there years ago, (OK, 25 years ago) but still could recognize myself in the curriculum. They have asked me to return several times. I thought I better take them up on it.
Rubbing my hands in anticipation. I happen to teach a heck of a class, whatever the information I am given to disperse. This ought to be really fun. I know the subject inside and out and also the ORDER in which the material ought to be presented. While I'm walking this group down this particular path I'll be completing an exhibition for the Tyler Art Museum next door.
God help them.
Photo above: Chair on a wall, 2000. Silver print.