People taking photographs tend to believe that the essential reality is captured at the moment of exposure. From painters and other visual artists, I learned that that is not true; it is an evolving process up to the last stroke by the artist—even after the picture is hung for display.
I recommend watching Timothy Spall's extraordinary portrayal of J.M.W. Turner in the 2014 movie Mr. Turner.
Mark lived in the small town of Perth, Ontario, Canada, and published the Web log ("blog") titled "Wood s Lot" for nearly a decade. It was a compilation (or aggregation, if you will) of posts found elsewhere on the Internet, primarily focused on exceptional writing and visual expression. I always found it very heartening to go there, and often passed it on to others.
But then it stopped—freeze frame—on 13 July 2016. I kept checking nearly every day, and worried that something had happened to Mark. [Wyeth is not a bad place to stop, but…] I sent him several e-mails but heard nothing back.
A big problem with what I call "virtual friendships" is that we really know so little. Mark didn't write about himself. The closest I came was in the photographs he made and posted on his blog. This was a sensitive and intelligent man, whom I wish I could have known better.
But my worst fear was realized, and his brother kindly wrote the other day to inform me of his death from cancer this month.
Damn! And double damn!
"Winter Swing" by Mark Woods
Although I didn't know you, I will miss you, Mark.
And thank you, ever so much, for sharing your spirit with us.