The Newspaper

It’s a long-accepted truth of artists and writers everywhere that the art as you complete it is never as amazing and wonderful as it was in your head. It doesn’t matter if you’re painting, singing, writing or dancing: in your mind it was perfect.

It’s the same for photography. In my last few days at the newspaper, I attempted to capture in still life the character and flavor of the place to which I devoted 18 years of my life. I only partly succeeded. I feel the images very strongly myself, but that’s because they trigger memories and emotions for me. Those memories are stirred up again this week, as my…