I have a storage device called a "drobo". It's 12 TB and is black. My family dubbed it "the black hole". Not knowing how to take this, I looked it up.
There is some relevancy here... It is a region of space, about 12"x7" on my desk. It sits there, eager to suck up any pictures that I throw at it. Nobody knows what's in there, but many are fascinated by exploring it. The fallen star part is where I get a little fidgety. Tara seems to think it's a reference to the blossoming photography career that was once called mine. I dwell on "star", she points out the "fallen" part. When the conversation goes to "do you remember this shot?" I start to feel like the scruffy faced, pudgy guy, with my letter sweater and a state runner up patch, sitting at the end of a lonely local bar in my hometown... carrying my high school recruiting tape around for anyone with a VCR and the misfortune of asking I played ball once.
The truth is, there have been ideas tumbling around in my head for the last couple of months and I'm really wanting to reinvent myself as a photographer/author/director. More on this to come... I'm still deciding how I want to approach my future work. I'll probably hit a few workshops and pick a few brains.
For now though, I've been watching my own highlight film in the form of the "black" hole... pass the nuts.
So here are a few from the cellar. I'll do this periodically.
P.S. The definition of black hole that I prefer is: a pinball game released in 1981 by Gottlieb. It is notable for having two playfields: one on top with a conventional slope, and one mounted underneath, sloping away from the player. It has no connection with the 1979 film of the same name.