Photographs of Pretty Things and Crumbly Things

I wonder about making photographs of pretty things. Like a photograph of a model - is the image interesting? Does it tell a story? Will I ever want to see the image again? Is it something to hang over the couch and dust now and again? A recyclable calendar image?

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Heart of Gold

House, September 20, 2019

House, September 20, 2019

I am sitting here, wondering what to write. It has been a week. I hardly had any photographs to look through. I couldn’t think of a song the put on. No song to jump start a memory or inspire. Then, I thought of Neil Young’s “Heart of Gold”. It’s kinda perfect. Don’t you want to jam along with Neil? I do.

Annie’s organic mac and cheese

Guess who was reheating Annie’s organic mac and cheese at 4:00 AM? That’s me. Because I have a sick kid who woke me up at about 3:00 AM because we couldn’t breathe through his nose because it was clogged with mucus. “Let’s go downstairs to the couch,” he suggested. We each put pillows under our arms and stumbled down the steps in the pitch darkness.

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D minor in bathtub

The keyboard was intended for my brother-in-law, a scholar in literature of the distant past. He would have played lush classical pieces on the keys. Instead, The Fates sent this keyboard into my more humble and rough hands, from which I delivered it unto the Hell of instruments, The Attic. There, it remained, uncovered, wrapped only in its power supply cord, which Jared had purchased to save on batteries that otherwise powered this keyboard.

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Mile-a-minute

Figure with Mile-a-minute, August 22, 2019

I fought with the Mile-a-minute growing on the edge of the field. I hopelessly chopped at it with the trimmer. The Stiltgrass is swallowing my friends. The jewelweed can help me, can help us all, so long as we eat more deer and plant more natives, and stop building houses, and stop being so numerous.