Life really is just a country song, and when I die I am goin' to Willie's house.

The night of a Blue Moon and here I sit trying to figure out something coherent to say - something to explain why I haven't had anything to say in months and months.

First off, a big "thank you" to all who have written to say you have missed my journals.

So, would ya'll believe writers block? Crampy thumb ligaments? Lazy Girl? Nothing interesting to say? Broken heart? Crappy photos?

All of the above and then some.

To be perfectly honest I have been rather ill. Fighting the not-so-good-fight with depression and mood swings.

A traumatic event on August 16 triggered the whole mess and it has been a very, very slow recovery - but I am just about almost there. And that is good.

I felt that since I had committed do another year of YITL and I have been getting Email wanting to know what the heck I was doing, I figured it was time to overcome the "blank page" syndrome and start writing again.

It is funny how depression affected the way I shot. Some days I just picked up the easiest lens to get the job done and then I was home to hide under the covers for my lunch break. It seemed the only time I really liked the pics is when I was under stress and the ol' adrenaline was pumping. Those pics usually turned out pretty good. But as I looked back over a years worth of work (in 4 hours one night trying to get our contest entries ready) I discovered something - that even in the bleakest times I was still trying hard to make good images - not always successful, but I was trying. I just didn't enjoy it much past the moment. I was so used to sharing the photos with another person, that when that person disappeared from my life, a lot of the joy of creating was gone also.

I have kept in touch with Fritz and he was so encouraging, even in the darkest moments of real despair that I would ever want to write again - he just kept saying I would.

Thank YOU Fritzy.

For a while I toyed with the idea of moving on to a larger paper to escape my pain but then as the depression lessened I remembered "why" I came here - not the size of the paper, because I had already worked much bigger; but because of this place. This desert solitude that is my soul and its purity my peace.

So, for your viewing pleasure (I hope) some images from the dark times.

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A teenage girl reacts to coming home to find her home in flames and is restrained by a Deputy Sheriff from running into her home.

My thoughts: I hated intruding on her emotional moment but it turns out she was overdramatizing the moment - but still I felt weird.

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Burlington Northern Santa Fe Railway engine #741 balances astride the main line after the train it was pulling rear-ended another eastbound freight early Friday morning in the Barstow, CA yard. Three engines and several cars were derailed in the accident.

My thoughts: This was a pretty interesting shot to get because some railroad rent-cop tried to stop me from going down a county road where she had no jurisdiction. Sometimes I just HATE the secrecy of the railroads! Little did she know that I knew the law. Neener neener neener - and off we went across vacant lots and tumbleweeds.

click to see full size imageA lady in a period costume looks at quilts during a quilt show at the Calico Ghost Town.

My thoughts: I chose this one to run because it has rather lyrical quality about it. Not your ordinary news photo.


A festival at a local Catholic School gave me this shot. I didn't really want to be here. When the depression was very bad I just couldn't stand to be around people. Funny how images that I like now came from such horrible times.
 


Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz goes trick-or-treating at the mall. My thoughts: Kids are SO easy. Especially when they are halfway adorable. :-)

Lara Hartley
< lara@digitalstoryteller.com >
Photographer
Desert Dispatch, Barstow, CA
Other journals by Lara Hartley
362 April 28, 2000 Stand-off with a dead man
302 July 14, 1999 When the steam train came to town.
298 July 8, 1999 Time flies and the older you get the faster it boogies..
274 May 1, 1999 ET Phone Home
266 April 20, 1999

Time off - HAH!

241 March 3, 1999 Things that go boom in the night and Military Police
231 Febrary 21, 1999 The hunt for red, (or green, or cyan) wild art.
218 February 8, 1999 I don't do weddings.
217 February 7, 1999 James K. gets to have all the fun.
216 February 4, 1999 Vultures or newsgatherers?
214 February 2, 1999 Ain't PhotoShop wonderful.
211 January 31, 1999 Life really is just a country song, and when I die I am goin' to Willie's house
163 October 27, 1998 So, what's your work space look like?!
133 August 12, 1998 Personal work
131 August 8, 1998 Just Because
122 July 29, 1998 Kids make great pics
121 July 28, 1998 What is fear, really?
116 July 19, 1998 The wannabe emperor has no clothes.
98 June 18, 1998 To da dump, to da dump, to da dump dump dump.
96 June 16, 1998 T-shirts to tombstones
90 June 9, 1998 Miss Exotic World
83 May 30, 1998 All the world a stage
80 May 27, 1998 Lately it seems as if it is coming too easy.
62 April 18, 1998 Snakes and Saints
53 April 1, 1998 Dating - part deux - update
50 March 31, 1998 The beauty of the bloom
37 March 15, 1998 Kelso Dunes (Photo Essay)
34 March 1 , 1998 I love B1
31 February 25, 1998 BORING, BORING, BORING
27 February 23, 1998 Faces in the ferris wheel
24 February 21, 1998 Dead bodies have blue feet
23 February 20, 1998 Hoop Skirts and Harlots
17 February 13, 1998 Friday the 13th and a full moon - oh my!
14 February 8, 1998 Parts is parts.
12 February 3, 1998 There are few things that are more frightening than dating
1 January, 1998 The word pictures answer the questions that the photograph asks
 
Contributor since 1998
 
   


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