Part I: OMENS, COSMIC CLUES and DENIAL
A Jon Boy Omen
Cold and windy outside, thoughts of pinhole photography warmed my soul. Snow covered everything in sight and my creative juices were firing. I wanted to take a good pinhole photo today. Sometimes your mind's eye sees something that you'll never see or capture, at least that day, but you still have that inner spiritual drive to "Keep on Pinholin" and you load up the car with your gear and it's off to find the holy grail of photo opportunities that will seal your doubts about your own talent.
Winter 2000 had its grip on the area and only the daring or desperate were outside in the cold slicing winds. Realizing that my inner drive had more to do with me being outside photographing than common sense, the photo opp gods led me to the Jon Boy picture. The scene made me feel a story. And a good pinhole photo would tell that story. That's one of the cool things I like about pinhole photography in that it captures moments and time like no other device.
A few days later I came down with a flu-like cold where you feel lousy, your head aches and the glands on your neck are swollen. After nearly a week in bed I figured that I'd try to limit my outdoors pinholin until it began to warm-up. Little did I know then, but this was the beginning to a mixed year of heaven and hell, with spiritual highs and the darkest emotional lows.