“Everything changes”.
A cliche, of course. But sometimes – like this past week – it’s hard to ignore just how obvious “change” can be. Even in those instances when you know that change is imminent, there’s still considerable shock when it actually happens.
Like the death of Joe Paterno. After he was fired during the Sandusky revelations, and soon after diagnosed with lung cancer, it wasn’t hard to see that the end might be near for the old coach. Forty-six years and 409 victories. An amazing run. Then, suddenly, it’s over. But still a shock.
Or the Kodak debacle. If you live here in the Rochester area, the Chapter 11 filing wasn’t (or shouldn’t have been) a surprise. The company that once employed about 60,000 people locally (including my father and one of my brothers) has been in a death spiral for years. Well, maybe not a “death spiral”, but something awfully damn close to that. People used to say that if you owned Kodak stock, it was like having a money tree. You just couldn’t lose, they said. Well, Friday it closed at $0.31 a share. Retirees are worried about healthcare benefits. Current employees don’t know if they have a future here or not. Film is just about dead as a money-making commodity. And Kodak failed to take advantage of nearly all things digital (much of which they actually invented). They may survive, but I personally doubt it. What’s left will get split up and sold. No more “big yellow box” and no more “kodak moments”.
On a much lighter note, there’s the most recent developments in the race for the Republican presidential nomination. A couple of weeks ago most people thought (me included) that Newt Gingrich was politically dead. You might as well stick a fork in the Pillsbury Doughboy. He was beaten. He could pack up his round little self and head home, just like Rick Perry did. Mitt Romney was as good as nominated.
Then a Las Vegas casino mogul gave him $5 million. Armed with lots of money and his usual nasty personality, he went after Mitt in South Carolina and turned the tide. He won by 12 points. Holy crap. I guess it really isn’t over until the fat lady – or in this case, the fat guy – sings.
Things change. Don’t dig your heels in too deeply, folks. It could all look a lot different tomorrow. Forget the status quo. It doesn’t exist. Probably never did. Just one of those intellectual illusions.
But as photographers, we already knew that. Didn’t we?










