a year of us | day 38

a year of us | day 38

day 38

The little one walked over to the chair with an open laptop resting on the arm. He surveyed the area. Anyone looking? Not really. He pressed on the keys, soft at first then gradually built momentum before he banged on them like Schroeder knocking out a punk rendition of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata on piano. Space bar, space bar, space bar . . . He gave me a sly look and continued to play, his whole body in the dance.

+++++

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.

Share

a year of us | day 37

A year of us | day 37

day 37

It worked. He fell asleep in the car coming home from the doctor’s office then store. I cranked up the heat and classical music, popped open a yogurt, and wrote. Brittle leaves soared wildly in the wind. Sun slipped by. I remembered a diner scene I wanted to write: wood paneling, white Formica tables, black coffee in white cups, berry pies on the counter, the logger who walked through the door at 11 am. My phone rang. We made evening plans then I asked him what he looked for in a wallet. The simpler the better, he said. Hmm, good to know. That after eleven years.

+++++

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.

Share

a year of us | day 36

A year of us | day 36

day 36

I boiled a pot of eggs for salad and rinsed them in cold water when it seemed like twelve minutes had passed. I didn’t bother to set the timer while they cooked and I nursed the little one in the other room. I relied on gut instinct and smell. It seemed impossible to be in two places at once anyway and the nerve-racking echo of the oven timer couldn’t be reckoned with. When he finished, we went back to the kitchen. He was hungry and refused the oatmeal I made earlier. I offered cheese, which he readily ate so made a cheese quesadilla for him. As the eggs cooled, I diced carrots and celery then the eggs and mixed them in an orange bowl with chunky sea salt, pepper, and mayonnaise. A scoop of salad went on top of rice cakes and onto a small plate. The little one sat in his chair stuffing quesadilla squares into his mouth. All done, yes. I cleaned him up and he sat in my lap while I ate. I held him in one arm and my plate in another. I half read half ate and I couldn’t say how it happened exactly, but the plate slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor atop lunch. Uh oh, he said. On to snack.

+++++

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.

Share

a year of us | day 35

a year of us | day 35

day 35

After chasing the little around the house for most of the day, I decided a car ride was in order. Chances were good he would fall asleep and I would write. Neither happened. Instead, we drove to a coffee shop before picking L up from school. I stood in line. I held him around my hip and as he tried to wriggle down my leg, I tried to find my wallet, pick up our snacks, and balance a hot cup of tea. Forget traditional superheroes, in that moment, I wanted to turn into Hindu Goddess Durga, a motherly figure who destroys evils, has eight arms, and rides around on a lion. I could have used extra arms plus a lion.

+++++

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.

Share

a year of us | day 34

a year of us | day 34

day 34

I tried to write early before breakfast and again later in the afternoon. The little one climbed on top of the stool then down again. Up and down and back up with a book. We read about cars. Lunch came early. Eggs, potatoes, avocado. I cleaned up and he went back to the stool. Then the book and me reading to him. He didn’t sleep much, I didn’t write much. So it went.

+++++

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.

Share

a year of us | day 33

a year of us | day 33

day 33

He gathered blankets from the bedroom and living room then piled them on the floor. “I can sleep next to the tree tonight.” That would be nice, maybe next weekend. I read our favorite story from last year, A Place Called Home. Then he told the secret to candy cane science. I liked that he still had secrets to share.

+++++

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.

Share

a year of us | day 32

a year of us | day 32

day 32

Grassy hills rolled into the blue winter afternoon. We drove up to the farm in Gill. I spied a few cats near the barn who politely ignored me as I walked through the mud caked parking lot. I had just circled back from the partially snow-covered pasture where the dairy cows grazed. Inside the farm store, an electric train ran across the beams overhead. We bought a dozen eggs, maple syrup, and cheese. Sweet warm bread filled the air. I secretly hoped we could stay for lunch and into dinner.

+++++

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.

Share

a year of us | day 31

a year of us | day 31

day 31

By 4 pm, I needed a nap or a car ride. L came home from school and C fell asleep, so I went for the second. Weeks earlier, I downloaded Serial, a podcast about a 15 year-old murder case told as a long-form story. I listened to episode one on the way to the store, then inside the store. The vitamin aisle captivated me. “Do you need some help?” “Uh, no thanks.” The prosecution’s case sounded weak. I started to put pieces together but it was just the beginning. Episode two played on the way home. I finally got the hype.

+++++

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.

Share

52 weeks | the sense/memory project | week 4

52 weeks | the sense/memory project | week 4

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

52 weeks_12.7.14_week 4

Hasselblad 500cm | Fuji FP 100c

week 4: sunday, December 7, 2014

ridin’ in my car (she & him)

fried oatmeal cakes

paper bag snowflakes

eggnog in Kauai

cut pine tree

Share

a year of us | day 30

a year of us | day 30

day 30

We left the dishes piled in the sink. Flowers crinkled at the edges. Lights next to the tree, unstrung. Night frayed, left for sleep.

+++++

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.

Share