It’s Rosh Hashanah today, and I suppose I’m a bad Jew for working on my blog. Even worse for working on my blog on the train on the way to work! I shall have to supplicate extra-hard on Yom Kippur, I guess.
Yesterday Congress didn’t bail out Wall Street, the market tanked, and after a seven-year hiatus we inadvertantly became Citibank customers again (ie Wachovia got “rescued”). I’m writing this less for the present than to place my own small marker on a moment in time that has unforseeable implications for all of us. Where will we be one year from now? Five years from now?
I am also trying to find a photographic angle on all this. It seems like an opportunity – to be at the beginning of something (what?) and to be able to document it. In this we could all be our own Farm Administration photographers, our own Dorothea Langes.
I think I’ll even start to read “The Grapes of Wrath”. At last.