Just a snapshot of today’s work.Read More
Like father like son, they say. I made a few recent photographs of Beren. Wow, there is his father’s face. His serious as h/ll face.
I need some serious time to write. I need to shut myself into a room and write. Making photographs will have to do.
The Scavenger is a seeker, grabbing at time.
Around this time, I like to reflect on the previous year and the year to come. I did that a bit in November (Read my post: 12 - Struggle). Right now, I'm busy. Busy getting the business’ books in order from last year and moving forward. I spent part of New Years’ day romancing a bookkeeping program. Perhaps my financial future is in good stead for the coming year, but it sure felt like a flop of a way to spend New Years’ day.Read More
Self-portrait in the bathroom, December 30, 2018.
Spent the day with family. Two babies. Beren played with my cousins and then turned his attention to these little creatures, six and fourteen months. They were attentive to his leaping, running, and goofing. My six month old niece’s legs and arms went taut with excitement as she watched him. He encouraged my cousin’s fourteen month old, “Try to get me!” in a high pitched voice, coming closer as he gauged her ability to catch him.
In preparation, we read a book about babies. “I don’t play with babies,” he said. “Babies are weird.” “They certainly are different than big kids,” I said.
I was really warmed to see the way he interacted, finding ways to have fun with them and considering their abilities. I was reminded of a favorite book, Free to Learn by Peter Gray who discusses how mixed aged groups of children are so important and are often self-regulating. Beautiful and true.
Winter is the time to do it. Self-portraiture project begins today.
As of this rotation around the sun, my kid has been partially infected by the most deadly and widespread malady of the twentieth and twenty-first century — Consumerula inflata. It is commonly known as The Gimmes.Read More
When we arrived home from a day in Philadelphia, the coyotes were howling and yipping in the fields to the east. Wild sounds. I want to be invited to that party.
Last night, a beautiful solstice gathering hosted by our friends, Eddie and Julie of Practical Primitive. We wrote the things we wanted to let go of and the things we hoped to bring forth this coming year, and sent them into the fire with sage and then sweet grass. I am appreciative of knowing such special people and that my son can visit a place full of knowledge, skill and spirit — all made manifest.