a year of us | day 146

A year of us | day 146

day 146

He leaned the little one against his shoulder before heading out the door. We sat in the yellow ochre grass next to the garden. We soaked a winter’s worth of sun in ten minutes. The cat circled us in loops followed by the little one close behind. The whole afternoon left me wanting to garden and paint.

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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 145

A year of us | day 145

day 145

Easter Sunday: coffee, french toast, cool forty outside, sun then clouds then snow, Polaroid walk with the little one—the cat close behind, ten frames shot white, they might be giants car ride, Chinese food out, drive through tea, egg hunt in the yard, more Chinese food, chocolate, laundry, Jerry Lee Lewis on American Routes, the unsent story.

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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 144

A year of us | day 144

day 144

We drove west into the blast of sun. Past the field brushed in burnt gold and the worn out barns covered in shadowy triangles. Past the mountain we didn’t hike and the man walking toward us in silhouette. They took turns drifting off to sleep, one early one late.

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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 143

A year of us | day 143

day 143

Gray most of the day. The four of us went for a walk after school. Wandered through the cemetery with the cat close behind and L far ahead. Hands entwined, the little one and I slid on pockets of snow on the way back. Tufts of green crocus leaves popped around the house. We made homemade pizza and watched Robin Hood after the little one fell asleep. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw the movie. L explained the story arc and main characters so we were kept up to speed.

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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 142

A year of us | day 142

day 142

I wanted to call in sick. Maybe make a jar of iced coffee. Read a book on the porch. Write a little too. That would have to wait for another sixty-degree day. We walked the little one in the stroller to pick L up from school. It was warm enough outside to smell tomatoes, basil, and corn in the wind despite the snow patches still fixed to the ground. On the walk home from school, I remembered dinner. There wasn’t much in the freezer. Frozen blueberries, corn and peas, almonds, breast milk, chocolate chips, pastry dough. Of course, blueberry pie. Not dinner but pie.

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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 141

A year of us | day 141

day 141

Record breaking day. The little one slept all afternoon so I got to work photographing tropical fruit. I thought about a mix of Joseph Albers and 1960s pop. I cracked open a coconut and sliced a papaya. Then a familiar cry from the bedroom. I swooped in to pick him up and then we dressed to go outside. L came home from school and built a fort from a pile of cut pine branches. Before we were ready, it was time.

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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 140

A year of us | day 140

day 140

The story began with an orange peel casually slipped from a table’s edge. The stranger walked by, retrieved the peel from the floor, and said I think this belongs to you. She laughed. Her hand fluttered to her throat. Oh yes, what would I have done without it? Certainly, you would have carried on with your sketching likely having not an inkling of a petal out of place. I think you’re right. Would you mind standing there just so?

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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 139

A year of us | day 139

day 139

The large snowflakes drifted off. Then there was only light left through the kitchen window. A cobbled together lunch: hummus, cucumber, and avocado sandwich. A sip of water. Words on the screen. The pineapple out of place in the middle.

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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 138

A year of us | day 138

day 138

Sunday: cinnamon coffee, stir fried vegetables, yoga, L’s crossword puzzle, polaroid photo transfer, late lunch at bread & butter, edith piaf, sunlight blast, tropical fruit groceries, homemade bread and olive oil sea salt sunflower seed butter, howlin’ wolf.

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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 137

A year of us | day 137

day 137

It snowed all day. I lost myself in writing most of the morning and afternoon. The radio was on. I listened to Gaetano Donizetti’s tragic masterpiece, Lucia di Lammermoor on the Met’s Saturday at the opera. The reception was lousy and the vocals swelled through static bursts into something akin to noise opera, though not quite.

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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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