When I'm in Vietnam, for example, I take pictures mostly like a tourist, so that I can remember places & people & events; occasionally I photograph more self-consciously, looking for the same sorts of things I look for when taking pictures at home: pattern, quality of light, strangeness, color. For the last couple of years, until it became hard for me to walk around outside, I've been obsessively photographing clouds. I don't generally like vistas or landscapes, though there are exceptions such as the lush absolutely flat rice country of the Mekong Delta. I like abstraction. I like sequences. I take lots of pictures & erase most of them off the memory card & never think of them again. As a Buddhist, I suppose I should be drawn to the relatively new movement of contemplative photography, which emphasizes spending a lot of time looking before squeezing the shutter. Several photographers I admire have used this method--or at least taught it. Minor White was a pioneer of the contemplative aesthetic & he was the teacher of John Daido Loori, who founded the Mountains & Rivers Order of Zen Buddhism, in which I am a student. Maybe I just don't trust my technique enough. As a poet I am committed to technique as a means of elucidating subject matter, but when I pick up the camera, I keep my technique basic. I usually use the aperture priority setting on my camera, which allows me to set the f-stop & control depth of field, letting the camera figure out the correct shutter speed.[1. With these self-portraits, though, there is virtually no technique since I am using my iPhone 5c, hand-held.] I find it hard to compose in the viewfinder, so I usually crop pictures in my photo-editing software, where I also tend to either punch up the color intensities, or mute them--often all the way to black & white. With the self-portrait sequence, I decided that taking photographs of my face while I'm ill[2. I hope I'm not being melodramatic: I have a diagnosis of cancer, but I won't know for a few days what kind & what treatment I'll need & my prognosis. Perhaps I'll get off easy.] is just too, well, "in your face," so I settled on taking pictures of things I can hold in my hand. Question: "What has someone's left hand holding a common object got to do with the self? Where is the self?" Response: The self is a composition of different, ever-changing objects, relations, conditions--or so I was taught in Buddhism 101. The hand & the object hold each other. They need each other. Whatever the specific object chosen for the self-portraits, it has to be small enough to hold in my hand. The specific objects were not chosen according to a particular plan other than a kind of intuitive attraction, sometimes rooted in childhood memories. That is one source of numinosity--but color plays a part as well, because it seems so fundamental, & cultural allusion. Culture & allusion--a technique from literature--come from widely differing modes of cognition & feeling, but both have operated in the process of selection. And I think this is true of most of my photography--not just the recent self-portraits.