a year of us | day 164

A year of us | day 164

day 164

The little one walked into the café like he owned the place. It was the usual lunch crowd—a mix of coffee and pizza, business and pleasure, plus the three of us. He carried his juice box back to the table and climbed on the chair, in the hopes of skipping the highchair altogether. He finished half an egg and cheese sandwich and downed about the same amount of juice. When our table became the loudest, D and I agreed it was time to leave. I carried the dishes over to the bus-tubs near the counter, he ran to the back, past the woman slicing a loaf of bread on our way out. I caught him just in time, right before he planned to take full rein of the kitchen.

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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 163

A year of us | day 163

day 163

Vignettes: snowflakes lost in the hills, airplane floating over the city like a kite, woman with aqua hair riding matching colored bicycle (granny-style), jaunty man playing a flute outside on sidewalk, blue smile spray painted beneath two googly-eyed pipes on building, girl in spandex on tiptoe picking out strawberries, shiny black food trailer close to opening in town.

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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 162

A year of us | day 162

day 162

On a Wednesday wading into the end of April, I made monochromatic foods throughout the day, wholly by accident. Quite by happenstance, today’s color was orange(ish). Orange tinted yolks, milk stained tea, carrot leek soup, orange fruit slices. A bit of brown too: buttered toast, chicken(less) nuggets, coffee, and tater tots. The little one opted out of all but toast and tots.

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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 161

A year of us | day 161

day 161

A storm in the middle of the night woke us both. Thunder and lightening so close I thought it would split the house in two. It was overcast early on. I walked into town with my camera and shot a pack of film. The shots were overexposed despite my efforts to shade the film as it popped out of the camera. I’d shot so many ghostly frames that it felt like an exercise in seeing the place for the first time, with history and reflection broadening the view. Later we gathered apple and carrot peels, coconut, and strawberry tops for the neighbor’s chickens.

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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 160

A year of us | day 160

day 160

Rain paused on the windowpanes. Came on the wind then stayed put as if each drop had nowhere in particular to be. Warmed leftover soup on the stove while he toyed with the worm in our egg carton tomato garden. Still sick, he danced around on the couch, and wore himself out just as fast. Another request for toast, strawberries, cereal. I could feel the rumble in my stomach, the low pains of his flu. Not much of a spring break. It’ll get better though, I reassured 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 159

A year of us | day 159

day 159

Sunday: Coffee and strawberries before sick duty began. Washed down the floor, curtain, and linens within reach. A pot of homemade gingery cabbage soup to ward off the flu. Lettuce seeds planted before he slept on the couch and the little one napped in bed. Noodles with butter, walk down the street, tea with milk and honey, American Routes: Big Joe Williams on guitar (recorded in Chicago in 1961).

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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 158

A year of us | day 158

day 158

He rested on the couch in the morning. “Let’s go outside. We can dig up the garden and plant the basil. The sun and air will help.” “I’ve been waiting and waiting for you to ask.” He gathered rakes and trowels from the cellar and headed outside. I grabbed my camera and tagged along. We sat side by side, pulling roots and grass from the bed. For a few minutes, he felt just fine.

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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 157

A year of us | day 157

day 157

It was light out when the toast popped up. It rained last night. The backpack, lunch bag, and belt were left out on the back steps. Everything got soaked, except the rain boots tucked under the overhang. I buttered two slices for the boys and gave them each a bowl of applesauce. Between their conversations, one running into the other, I overheard on the radio that Joan Jett will be inducted into the Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame on Saturday. It’s about damn time! They played a clip of Bad Reputation, which I remember seeing her play at the Morris Civic Auditorium in South Bend, at my first concert. I listened to the song again later when L was in bed and the little one couldn’t sleep.

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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 156

A year of us | day 156

day 156

I set out a bowl of cereal with sliced bananas and milk. L and I sat at the table during breakfast and worked on his double deck egg carton airplane. We taped the stair chutes in place and stabilized the wings before adding movie screens to each level. His stomach was a little off but he felt fine and left for school. I took the little one for a walk in the stroller pushing the stroller with one hand, carrying the Polaroid with another. Five shots out before the mirror locked up and I finished shooting with the iPhone. We stopped by the coffee shop housed inside an old loading dock and ordered a hot chocolate and cinnamon donut. He fell asleep around lunchtime and the call came from the nurse’s office about thirty minutes later, L was sick and on his way home.

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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 155

A year of us | day 155

day 155

I slipped a pair of scissors into the front pocket of my jeans and brought him outside to play. He wandered around the yard stopping to pick up dirt and stones. I cut two snips of hair before the head wriggling and screeching began. I gave up and let him explore. We walked around front to the garden. The sorrel had come in along with the chives and scallions. We sat with the wind fanning us in the bright afternoon sun. I snipped off a chive and handed it to him. He chewed the end, spit it out, and looked for more chives in the bed.

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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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