a year of us | day 15

a year of us | day 15

day 15

The letter traveled south to arrive north. I dropped it in the mail on our way east, through the thick of snow. Snow! It brought out the wild one(s), crazed all morning before the car ride. They banged on the keyboard then drum then tambourine. L screeched on the recorder. C hit the tambourine. Sonic Youth 2.0. We bundled up and drove into white, inching along the caked snow. Stopped by the co-op for cranberries, medicine, and salt. I stood in line and overheard a guy at the service counter say, “I AM your Holiday, People.” And I believed him.

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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 14

a year of us | day 14

day 14

I wrote the letter first. Then stumbled through morning. Listened to updates on the Ferguson violence as the kettle came to a boil. I gave L cough medicine then sent him off to school without chopped vegetables for Stone Soup. He reminded me then I forgot again. My memory was shot. Sleep deprivation and whatnot. We drove to the farm to pick up a winter vegetable share. Mud caked the drive dented by tractor wheels. Silver streaks lined the field and sky. As we approached the barn, two dogs ran to greet us. C fell for the small one. He wandered in and out of the barn with the dog on our heels. Holiday lights were hung inside where the produce was stored in large crates and bins. We bagged eighty pounds of alliums, roots, greens, and brassicas. Apples, bread, ginger root, and sriracha. Already hungry, we left after a few times down the slide. At last, kimchi.

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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 13

a year of us | day 13

day 13

Rain early on. I woke and slept and woke again to temperate coffee and the rush to get L off to school. The cat pressed against the fogged windowpane outside while C pitched breakfast oats from his highchair. The kitchen radio faded to static. I moved the dial back and forth without any change. It was D’s radio as a kid: a black cube with green day glow dotted numbers and a missing dangly wire antennae that didn’t do much at all. Whenever I commented on the static and how it wouldn’t tune, he said it was because the mountain moved. I always laughed at this imaging an earthen woman rising with the music to dance in her taffeta skirts and when she was good and done with her balletic forms, she would curl back into solid rock and ephemera until the next cold wet day came and went. He thought I didn’t like the old cube, but honestly, I’d grown rather fond of it.

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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 2

52 weeks | the sense/memory project | week 2

This is a weekly photo project where I explore the nature of experience through composed memories. Each image is shot on medium format instant color film and is paired with a list of sense memories.

52 weeks | the sense/memory project | week 2
Hasselblad 500cm | Fuji FP 100c

week 2: sunday, november 23, 2014

you’re the one that I want

the simon soundtrack

joseph albers’s homage to the square

roygbiv

disco rollerskating

pom pom socks

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

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a year of us | day 12

a year of us | day 12

day 12

The football game was on (muted though) while the little one slept. L dug holes in the yard then buried his in books. The washing machine shook like a rocket ready for take off long before we heard Howlin’ Wolf sing. I gave him orange slices and he sucked juice from the wedges, pulp and rind behind. We drove to the store for soup and onions. Out in the parking lot, the sky turned blue, powder to Prussian, like Hokusai’s wave.

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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 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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