The First Union Annual
What is the Union Annual? It is something to recollect the year that has been, to remind us that life is more than social feed/feed back, more than a lightweight paper throw away. It’s a journey of anticipation and recollection. Our thought, our journey, our conversation and Wakeboarding. A 170 Page hard cover landscape coffee table book that will bring a tear to your eye…
I’m in anticipation, awaiting a journey that has been a long time coming. Yet still wondering, in between my writing and my departure, where will fate take me? Perhaps you and I, we will meet. Perhaps my focus on this screen and your reading these words are bookends to a story that tells of us greeting, shaking hands, and talking of how things have been and how they will be. Did we talk about the weather? Politics? Religion? Nuclear war? You and I and everyone else, we’re not so different. You on your journey, me on mine.
Now that Union’s first annual is done, and we have had our hallway meeting, I am going to get on a train. Getting on a train and staring out the window, that is my next journey. The momentary hills will hurry by, I’ll throw a thought to wheels that rattle underneath, over rails made by men that married young and then retired. I’ll wonder of their lives, those men. Did they ever smoke cigarettes to calm their nerves? Did they ever take passage on this train, to sit, smoke, and stare? What would I talk to those men about? My journey? My conversation? This book? Wakeboarding? Cigarettes? All of it, useless and necessary. I don’t smoke cigarettes, but staring is nothing new to me. F**k, my whole life consists of staring at a computer. And let’s be honest that is a stale life, or at least it would be if I wasn’t working on things like this book. But what is this book exactly? Is it a magazine? Is it a photo annual? Is it a sleeping, New York Times best seller? I guess it’s all of the above and none of it. Whatever you think of the future of print, this book represents a year of genuine photos seen through something more than your tiny large screen phone, your hasty bus stop scroll, or your brief water-cooler conversation. It represents Wakeboard endeavours that are simultaneously useless yet an absolutely necessity. Just like my journey, my conversation, this book, cigarettes.
All of it, useless and necessary.