Again, betrayed is how I felt. Mania for a neighborhood of green lawns in summer was ruining my summer. That lawn was making me buy gasoline I didn’t have money for. That gas wasn’t getting me to work to make me money, nor was it getting me out to Royal Oak to The Gap outlet for cheap clothes, nor to Ann Arbor the closest college town with good books and eats, nor to any oddball Michigan town to conduct research for our project (more on that in the future).Read More
Clarkston, Michigan was a mostly middle class and upper middle class suburb. Jared and I were by no means either. Our privilege was whiteness, if that, because our whiteness was at least partly shadowed by our shabbiness and what might be called “artiness”, “bohemian air” or “punkishness”, and likely all three.Read More
I gotta dig up our photographs from Detroit. G/d, we were so young. Poor and getting into debt. Working in Detroit. We were renting a house in Clarkston, Michigan from a minister and her family who also ran a casual southern food cafe. Her husband was a cop. They had two sweet, well behaved, and good looking kids, a son and daughter. We would drop by the restaurant for spicy chicken and coconut pie and dine with the husband and kids while she cooked.
There are so many more things to say about this…like I said I gotta get those photos, but I also gotta meet a friend for dinner.
An evening walk with Jared. Another choice. Hide away in the office, tapping away, writing, looking at my photographs. Went for a walk together instead. Purposely choosing to not discuss planning, the business… it was a pleasant walk. This is what I saw and chose to photograph.
My lens arrived. My new 35mm lens. It took me several days before I had time to open the box. I even spent time with my camera manual. I am pleased that I am now using the manual focus, as the auto focus options are beyond my scope of understanding.
In June, I saw a woman who I like very much. We see each other about once or twice a year at events. I can’t call her a regular chum, but she’s certainly not just an acquaintance. I’ll settle on ally.Read More
Well, well, well. The Gray Tree Frogs have found the tank that catches the rain. They love to sing near it. They are loud, very loud, but usually turn off the volume by 10:30 PM. Very considerate neighbors.
First time ever, my writing was eaten by the computer. All it took was a swipe of the hand over the track pad. Alas.
Triptych, June 28, 2019.
The Solstice is here. The start of summer and all that will come. Yesterday, I watched a tiny Appalachian Azure butterfly oviposit on this Black Cohosh (Actaea racemosa) in a place we call the Little Woods. Appalachian Azure caterpillars eat only the flower buds of Blach Cohosh.
Six years ago the yet-to-be-named Little Woods had a beautiful canopy of Black Birch and Tuliptree and crooked Box Elders. The understory was non-native periwinkle. We looked closely and found Solomon's Seal, then Indian Pipe, then... Today, that canopy remains. Thanks to our deer fence and caretaking, the understory is thriving and hosting wildlife like the Appalachian Azure.
Here's the potential of people to caretake and partake. Tend and mend. Here's to summer and the potential in a tiny butterfly egg.
My feet were cold and damp feeling under the covers. I adjusted my body, the blankets. The night, it was deep into the night. I rose and went to the closet and found only a down winter blanket and beach towels.Read More
After months of waking at dawn, we put a towel over the window. I slept until 7 or 7:30. I was much happier today.