Within a vacuum

Yet another hot scorching day. Spent hours vacuuming up the errant insulation that had covered everything. Then I began a book by Jennifer Steil, The Woman who Fell from the Sky, about Yemen. Totally fascinating.
Vacuuming, removing dust. (I did photo a few of the taped over ports for the blow- in insulation.)
I remember my first time attempting to print a photo at Cleveland Institute of Art. I worked on that one print for 8 hours. I was unable to keep the negative clean. I concluded that the world was not dust free, and maybe my focus would not be on printing photographs ( because I thought the result was supposed to be dust free and speckle-less)- after all I had learned that Helen Leavitt did not print her own work. And after another famous photographer ( I can't recall the name) had died leaving hundreds of exposed undeveloped film canisters in his freezer. Hm I wonder if William Eggleston was thinking about that when he shot a photo of the open freezer door looking very glacial, in dire need of defrost, with beautiful cool light. And then that reminds me of being at UCROSS and someone recalled that they had heard about a man shooting his mother-in law mistaking her for an elk rummaging through his freezer and then I made a postcard about it; and then made another one in honor of the Man who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, by Oliver Sacks- who had also written about Dr. Temple Grandin, who despite her autism or because of it is able to design humane slaughter of cows.Wendy Jacob, one of the artists on the residency had designed a squeeze chair and was in contact with Temple Grandin.
And so it goes, and I vacuumed today.