Angela again, in one of her new corsets. No more color of Cynnamon, but the B&W is spooled and ready to soup tonight, so it's coming soon.

This Saturday I'll be photographing Erin, a Twin Cities model. That bridge collapse in Minneapolis probably affected her, and it certainly has me. I've crossed that bridge frequently. But less specifically, if it can happen there, it's not just a San Francisco thing anymore. Or a Boston thing. Have engineering and construction gotten worse? My Leica digital camera doesn't work - is this part of the same devolution? I wrote a little while back about how nothing is special anymore - anyone can have almost anything, but few things are worth having. I wonder if this is part of the same big change, that things are just knocked out rather than crafted and designed. I know that if you compare a Craftsman hand drill from forty years ago to one available today, the old one not only shows actual craftsmanship, but it's repairable and durable. Will the ones made today even be around in forty years? Things today are meant to be replaced, not repaired. Was the bridge designed for replacement, unlike earlier bridges that were designed to last forever?

Is this all part of the disposible society we've read about? Is this a good way to live?

I don't think it is. But I also don't know how to avoid it except by avoiding junk. And that takes a lot of work.