“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”
― Søren Kierkegaard
The other day I remembered the sheer horror of a nosebleed on my one and only Spider-Man t-shirt, and the possibility that the stain may never come out in the wash. This would have been sometime in 1969, and it got me thinking… will I ever recall that incident again, or will it eventually dissipate from the archive of random incidents stored in my brain cells?
Do I need to remember it? Probably not; but I’ve decided that it’s here to stay now, because this is the place I’m going to write things down.
I believe I’m doing this for me, but I’d be very happy if you find some interest in the posts I’m going to attempt. I’m not a writer, but I’ll have a bash at this. I have photographs and a good memory (currently), so that’s something I can add to the equation.
Last year I realized it had been 50 years since I’d taken my first photograph with a camera I’d won in a talent contest. I use the term ‘talent’ loosely because it really only consisted of me being able to do a Tarzan call, though it has to be said; I was actually very good until my voice broke.
The outcome of this realization is an online archive of photos I’ve taken from 1969 ‘til now. www.stevecookarchive.com
I’ve been lucky enough to photograph some interesting subjects over time, so I’m going to add some context to some of my shots on this here substack.
Thanks for dropping by!
Steve