a year of us | day 29

a year of us | day 29

day 29

We met at the bakery for lunch. D waited in the car with the little one who fell asleep on the ride over. I switched places with him in the front seat while he ran inside through the pooling rain to order a salad, sandwich, and two chai teas. The little one slept while I watched raindrops huddle on the windshield. The yellows, browns, and greens were muted and blurred. The day was a movement of circles. I hopped out of the shower and into the rain. Drove the car to the bakery to stay in the car. Back home before the snow and Christmas tree arrived.

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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 28

a year of us | day 28

day 28

They said a storm was near. Ice then rain. East to west, a swell of cloud then tide. School cancelled. By 3:30, nightfall arrived. Meanwhile, a mountain-sized asteroid headed our way.

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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 27

a year of us | day 27

day 27

Bitter cold set in. By afternoon, I couldn’t warm up. I reached in the cupboard for strong black tea, the blend usually reserved for chai. As the water warmed on the stove, I noticed the mail truck drive by. I slipped on my jacket and boots and walked across the street to the mailbox. My lungs seized from the chill, not unlike they did back home. The cat circled around the house and followed me back. Inside for tea. Some days were filled with longing. Lake Michigan in the winter, covered in snow and ice. A drive to the Chicago Art Institute just because. Our old black kettle on top of the wood burning stove.

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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 26

a year of us | day 26

day 26

The Canon Snappy LX film camera was L’s favorite toy when he was the little one’s age. A basic point and shot, the plastic camera had a glass lens, flash, and a shutter button. Aim and click. During those years, I spent more time working in the upstairs office where L had a play area outfitted with his favorite blocks, cars, and camera. He followed me with that Canon, lens pressed to his eye, and snap photos of me. Though the batteries were dead and the film inside halfway exposed, I still reacted to a camera being in front of me. He went through a phase where he carried it with him everywhere so it became a game between the two of us of who photographed whom. At one point, we replaced the batteries and he shot the rest of the film. We stashed the film in a safe place but forgotten place. One day it would be unexpectedly be found like an unearthed time capsule. Since then, the little one found the camera in a toy box upstairs and began to tote it around as a camera phone.

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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 25

a year of us | day 25

day 25

I had been thinking about the idea of time and what to do with it. Often, I wanted to throw myself into it. Roll down a grassy hill, run into ocean waves, or climb a mountain. There were other things too. That writing workshop in Italy. Always a trip to the southwest. Going anywhere with my camera. Those were big dreams. To tackle time in some physical way. Earlier I did none of them. Instead I chased the little one from room to room, baked bread, and cleaned the sink. I’m sure there was more. Certainly, there was more. Sandwiches, eggs, tiny pieces of cut fruit. But what struck me the most was earlier at dinner when L said, the time is now, now is the time. Our doing and undoing. Life without subtitles.

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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 24

a year of us | day 24

day 24

Sun hit the patina of breakfast oats layered on the rustic tiled floor like a movie spotlight. Scene: C overhauled his morning oats, the latest thing. I cleaned the mess though I kept missing hidden and worn down oat bits. Orange peels and coffee. Sweet peonies lingered. Not yet 10 am and four loads of laundry close to done. Then nap and writing time. The dryer stopped and the furnace kicked on. Apple slices. Water. Tea stained white lace. A package was delivered on the doorstep as the story about a small New England town took shape.

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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 23

a year of us | day 23

day 23

Barefoot in the kitchen. Whistling tea kettle on the stove. Black tea with almond milk and sugar. The neighbor’s chainsaw cut into logs. It cut further into the afternoon. Into the stillness of words. I thought to make soup or bread. But sat instead on the living room floor, hunched over the computer trying to see my way through a short story. After minutes of this, I stood up, walked back to the kitchen and arranged the new flower portraits on the table. You know, to let the ideas 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 22

a year of us | day 22

 

day 22

Winter here in the hills could feel like being stuck up in a tree house, without a way down. I missed the expansive skies out West, more so in December. Fog enshrouded the neighborhood all day and stayed through the switch to night. We passed the cough, L to C to me. The little one spat out medicine and screamed when I wiped his nose. More eggs and toast landed on the floor at lunchtime. I ate leftover cauliflower and chickpea curry. Later on toast, sliced apples, sunbutter on a paper plate. Sparkling grape juice. Measured in food and sleep, we carried on. I remembered to look up.

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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 21

a year of us | day 20

 

day 21

Morning. L left for school. Time for C’s second breakfast, oatmeal with raisins and honey. He ate the small oatmeal rounds I placed in a bowl with a spoon, determined to feed himself. The light around 8:30 am was always spectacular. Pure gold. Camera out, I snapped a few images before he tossed the spoon then bowl overboard. In other words, all done. I cleaned him up and he took off for the living room. The bathroom door was open, shower turned on. I followed C into the closet size room. He stood in front of the tub pushing the curtains back ready to climb in. I held him steady. The laptop was balanced on the porcelain sink. Yo La Tengo’s Popular Songs played. “I just realized they’re the soundtrack of my life,” D said. Mine too.

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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 20

a year of us | day 20

day 20

Still life photo shoot earlier in the day. Pink peonies on blue silk. White haired monkey tea. I turned my head for a minute. I climbed on the chair then table and when I looked down, C chewed on tree bark from L’s collection. I gathered up the pieces, traded bark for a train engine, and hoped for a nap. For me, not 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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