a year of us | day 11

a year of us | day 11

day 11

Saturday night. Twinkled streetlights. Far away fields. We made it to the bookstore and barbecue before the shrieking hour. Persian Buttercups aside. Turned the radio on. (I can’t get no) Satisfaction. Everyone likes The Stones. It had something to do with evolution. I asked him where he’d heard that. He couldn’t remember.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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a year of us | day 10

a year of us | day 10

day 10

I sat on the couch, stared out the window at the peeled off layers of autumn: leaves hustled by wind. The three of us sat down together for lunch. Eggs, tomatoes, peppers. Grilled cheese dipped in ketchup. Buckwheat toast with butter. A culmination of whatever we could pull together in a snap. I changed his clothes and managed to fit him into his snowsuit before he lost all patience with me. They left for work. Dishes packed into the sink. Puzzles mixed and spread across the floor. I walked away. From the pie recipe I jotted down and the squash lasagna and any sort of pull toward the kitchen. I walked into the living room and sat down to write about a character in a story slow to emerge.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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a year of us | day 9

a year of us | day 9

day 9

Morning filled the kitchen with speckled light. I cut a bruised banana into small pieces and placed them on the tray. C mushed the pieces together then ate several. Nana. Massenet’s Crépuscule (Twilight) played in the background. The sweeping melodies had the effect of floating in space with my eyes shut tight. Millions of stars lit up all around. I looked at C who looked to be somewhere else entirely.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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a year of us | day 8

a year of us | day 8

day 8

I made coffee and mixed bread dough first thing. The radio was already on in the kitchen. A wall of clouds swept into Western New York and unleashed a load of snow. C waddled in and tugged on my pant leg so I would pick him up. His cherry red cheeks meant two more teeth were on their way. After L finished building a Lego house he ran then slid into the room wearing socks. He put on his jacket and backpack, hugged us goodbye, then climbed into the car. The day unraveled from there. C ripped up envelopes and maps and removed all the pots, plates, and felted food from his play kitchen. I wrote on the paper scraps as he pulled each room apart. Somehow, it worked.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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a year of us | day 7

a year of us | day 7

day 7

We lay in bed, a copy of Carver’s “Where I’m Calling From” between us. C opened the book and fanned through the stories as if he was in search of a specific story or passage he heard me read aloud earlier. Of course, this wasn’t true but I liked to think of him as a natural reader, one who easily slips into words and stories. After a minute or so, he found two side-by-side passport photos of D taken before our New Zealand trip. He folded the photo in half and put it in his mouth as he did with pretty much everything. I wiped off the photo, vowed I would write more fiction, and closed the book for naptime.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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a year of us | day 6

a year of us | day 6

day 6

Washed out gray this morning. I stood on the front porch and remembered the rain soaked train ride from Edinburgh to Aberdeen. Dark skies, choppy waves, small fishing village tucked near the harbor. Soaked through to skin. My camera waterlogged inside my jacket. Everything cold and wet. One roll of underexposed slide film shot. Those weeks drew a map from Scotland to Ohio to Colorado to our small New England town. In a little house on the hill, where plastic swords and white Polaroids made up so much of any given day.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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52 weeks | the sense/memory project | week one

52 weeks | the sense/memory series | week 1
Hasselblad 500cm | Fuji FP 100c

For this weekly photography project, I explore the nature of experience traced through composed memories. Each image is made with color film and accompanies a set of memories recorded on a given day.

week 1: sunday, november 16, 2014

all white polaroid

robert rauschenberg’s white paintings

back in the good old world (tom waits)

forked pebble (bullitt reservation)

hot grated ginger tea

smashed avocado on toast

 

You can follow along at the #thesensememoryproject and join me if you like.

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a year of us | day 5

a year of us | day 5

day 5

I didn’t get around to so many things this year. More applesauce. Hand written letters. Steinbeck’s East of Eden. Steven Shore’s exhibit in Chelsea. Short story collection. Another week at the ocean.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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a year of us | day 4

a year of us | day 4

day 4

Saturday, battle of the wills, he sat upright in bed. Through closed door, he attempted to negotiate the nap bargain. Story verses nap verses just resting under the covers verses plea deal. Ten minutes later, the room was quiet and finally, he settled in.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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a year of us | day 3

a year of us | day 3

day 3

Feathery snowflakes dusted the ground. Our first snow this season came and went. Those were the quiet hours, marked by words and diapers. It was entirely too quiet in the dining room. He sneaked from the kitchen with a copy of Little Bear in hand without notice as I finished a load of wash. I called his name. Silence. No giggles or squeals. Oh dear. I peered around the corner and checked the spot on the table where I left my cameras out from earlier. A sprightly classical number was on the radio. An overture of strings and brass swept through. He stood in the corner, perched on the bottom rail of the changing table, a sly grin on his face.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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