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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52 weeks | the sense/memory project | week 3

52 weeks | the sense/memory project | week 3

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.

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Hasselblad 500cm | Fuji FP 100c

week 3: sunday, november 30, 2014

walks with S in the woods

blackberry flavored carbonated water

color theory discussions

crayon wax candle centerpiece

wedding bouquet

ode to joy

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a year of us | day 19

a year of us | day 19

day 20

Sunday. Sun came and went. Pale autumn sky. More bananas and rice. Poinsettias in the dining room. Wreaths hung on the front door. L ran the bullet train in circles around the track and winter village. Packed our bags and leftovers for the drive home and found the car battery dead. How’s it goin’? “I’m goin’, you ain’t,” the tow guy said. C slept in the carrier, pressed against me. Grandfather clock kept pace. Tea cabinet set for high noon, somewhere down the road.

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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 18

a year of us | day 18

day 18

Afternoon. Ginger lemon juice. Sick on the couch. Up and down taking turns chasing C to the stairs. Inside Llewyn Davis. Oh, that cat.

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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 17

a year of us | day 17

day 17

Leftovers for breakfast. Pink peonies after. We parked at the field where he played ball as a kid. Salmon plum sky. White ground. I imagined practice with his dad. With friends. Balls arced through the air, a pitch and a hit. Dirt kicked. Slides into home plate. Repeat.

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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 16

a year of us | day 16

day 16

In the evening, plates were set then filled and emptied again. We spent the day preparing for Thanksgiving dinner, turkey with gravy and stuffing. Cranberry relish. Mashed potatoes. Roasted root vegetables. Broccoli slaw with almonds and cranberries. Wine. Seltzer. Then dessert. Cheesecake with cherries. Pies: apple, blueberry, pumpkin. Bundled up for laps around the neighborhood to tire the boys out so finally, after they went to bed, we huddled together on the couch for movie night.

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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 15

a year of us | day 15

day 15

The letter traveled south to arrive north. I dropped it in the mail on our way east, through the thick of snow. Snow! It brought out the wild one(s), crazed all morning before the car ride. They banged on the keyboard then drum then tambourine. L screeched on the recorder. C hit the tambourine. Sonic Youth 2.0. We bundled up and drove into white, inching along the caked snow. Stopped by the co-op for cranberries, medicine, and salt. I stood in line and overheard a guy at the service counter say, “I AM your Holiday, People.” And I believed 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 14

a year of us | day 14

day 14

I wrote the letter first. Then stumbled through morning. Listened to updates on the Ferguson violence as the kettle came to a boil. I gave L cough medicine then sent him off to school without chopped vegetables for Stone Soup. He reminded me then I forgot again. My memory was shot. Sleep deprivation and whatnot. We drove to the farm to pick up a winter vegetable share. Mud caked the drive dented by tractor wheels. Silver streaks lined the field and sky. As we approached the barn, two dogs ran to greet us. C fell for the small one. He wandered in and out of the barn with the dog on our heels. Holiday lights were hung inside where the produce was stored in large crates and bins. We bagged eighty pounds of alliums, roots, greens, and brassicas. Apples, bread, ginger root, and sriracha. Already hungry, we left after a few times down the slide. At last, kimchi.

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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 13

a year of us | day 13

day 13

Rain early on. I woke and slept and woke again to temperate coffee and the rush to get L off to school. The cat pressed against the fogged windowpane outside while C pitched breakfast oats from his highchair. The kitchen radio faded to static. I moved the dial back and forth without any change. It was D’s radio as a kid: a black cube with green day glow dotted numbers and a missing dangly wire antennae that didn’t do much at all. Whenever I commented on the static and how it wouldn’t tune, he said it was because the mountain moved. I always laughed at this imaging an earthen woman rising with the music to dance in her taffeta skirts and when she was good and done with her balletic forms, she would curl back into solid rock and ephemera until the next cold wet day came and went. He thought I didn’t like the old cube, but honestly, I’d grown rather fond of it.

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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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