a year of us | day 103

A year of us | day 103

day 103

Sunday: coffee, snow gazing, green juice (some accidentally poured into coffee), wilted flowers, yoga, sourdough oat bread, apples and sunbutter sandwiches, popcorn in bags (here’s lookin’ at you Grandpa), movie day on the floor (Explorers), afternoon light and shadow angling in, hands in dough (again).

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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 102

A year of us | day 102

day 102

I sat in the café at the long table, pinned close to a conversation about addiction. One is addicted to TV and sugar, the other presumably nothing or at she doesn’t say, asking questions instead. Their conversation raised itself above the general hum like a white snow cloud, above the music, the clang of soup spoons on bowls and the ceramic mugs scuffed on wood. They inadvertently dominated the room. I glanced at article in yesterday’s paper about an artist who created a solid wall of paperbacks. He used 4,000 red-spined romance novels to spell out the word “FOREVER”. The idea of love and the absence of love fit the scene altogether.

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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 101

A year of us | day 101

day 101

I found them watching Saturday Night Live reruns in the bathroom. Already.

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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 100

A year of us | day 100

day 100

We came in from the Arctic wave, swirled snow and wind that sucks your breath away. Before bed, the little one pressed some buttons on the laptop and played Pleased To Meet Me by The Replacements. He bounced up and down to the album, fast then slow, pausing to air drum and lip synch, and head bop. A natural performer. I’m in love, what’s that song . . .

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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 99

A year of us | day 99

day 99

After the meeting, I walked to the market where my favorite (and only) photo booth in town is located. It’s the old school kind with grainy black and white film images. I climbed the stairs to the second floor, excited to return to the booth. A sign was taped to the wood paneling outside: Out of order. The blue gray curtain was drawn and inside the booth was dark as a starless night. I read the sign again. Someone wrote in purple ink, Please come back soon, Your Neighbor. Another in red marker, We miss you! I left and whispered, Don’t go breaking my heart . . .

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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 98

A year of us | day 98

day 98

I dressed in polka dots and listened to A Magazine Called Sunset (Wilco) on the radio. He jumped up and down on the couch with the book, I Think That It Is Wonderful, and I let 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 97

A year of us | day 97

day 97

D made cinnamon rolls once in Canyonlands. We hiked all afternoon and returned to camp for dinner, beer, and cinnamon rolls. He mixed dough in a metal mug, let it rise, filled, rolled, and sliced it, then lined the rolls in a skillet that went over the fire. I think a road trip west is in order.

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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 96

A year of us | day 96

day 96

Sunday: five more inches of snow, coffee, green smoothie, flour (so much flour + butter + sugar + yeast—the little one ate sweet dough straight from the bowl) kneaded into yeasted cinnamon rolls and sticky buns (holy recipe testing day), out into the tundra, drove to the bookstore (photo inspired typewriter poems book!), salad from the bar (why is the dressing so sh*tty? and why do I pick salad every time?), whirled snow caught midair, smoke filled kitchen (burnt sugar on oven flour), M*A*S*H!, “You have to laugh,” he said, “Okay, once the smoke clears,” (on cue) smoke alarm, open windows and back door, sheet pans beneath cake pans, wine, laughter, back to M*A*S*H.

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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 95

A year of us | day 95

day 95

We sat together cross-legged on the rug. Wine and Chinese take-out for dinner. Honeymoon in Vegas afterward. Remains of morning (cut citrus, apple, and pears) left on the table. Take-out boxes on the counter. Chocolate split and gone.

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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 94

A year of us | day 94

day 94

World Radio Day. Of course I listened. Back from errands, home in time for the Dr. John hour. Stormy Weather (Billie Holiday), Make Me Yours (Ann Peebles), Mr Big Stuff (Jean Knight), Piece of My Heart (Erma Franklin). A whole day of radio. I love that.

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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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