Bananas, 4 A.M., 2017, Archival Digital Print

The heat went out on Friday. It was repaired quickly and served to remind me how blithely we assume our comforts as givens. For much of the world staying warm is at the front of consciousness, close with shelter and food. Removing these survival concerns from most of us in the developed world, is it any wonder that so many occupy their minds with neurotic tics and contorted worries? Are these indulgences that only the privileged of the world can afford, like artifacts that developed when collecting sticks and chasing down game were no longer necessary to get through the day?

I had an unusual dream last night but I can’t pull it back.   Instead I got up and photographed the bananas as they were dreaming.