Following the third year of a holiday letter comprised
of my (increasingly complex) life via a (increasingly complex) year-in-photographs, I
wondered what it would be like to join the great experiment of 365 days of photographs.
I'm not a photographer,
I'm a writer. I'm a visual thinker, and if ever there was proof that a photo is worth a
thousand words, it would be the story a photo tells me, or in this case, about me.
Follow me on this adventure, where I
learn about photography, my ability to record my life, my dedication to something (I've
never been known for doing anything everyday) in my posts. I've also discovered I'm
learning about time, the history of it, and the odd practice of recording it, measuring it,
turning it into something tangible, and I'll record these explorations in the sidebar.
As always, feel free
to say anything. My experiment is not a spectator sport.

June 12, 2009

June 12 2009 Word at Random Spoken

After days of hard work I have flushed my mind of thought with about four hours of an interesting puzzle-like game on the xbox. The time just vanished. Now I'm thinking about a cup of coffee in the morning and a sit on my front porch with more of that Lovecraft stuff, and humming the Shostakovitch piece we marched in high school (probably because I'm in the middle of a short novel called something like A Day in the Life of Ivansomething-or-other name in a language that reminds me of Russian music.) I spent all my paycheck on a double-family trip to the movies, so I can't buy the veggies this weekend I want to plant, but I might be able to pull off a file thing to help with the cleanup of all that teaching stuff in the other room. Maybe I'll make some fruit drinks for tomorrow afternoon, with frozen grapefruit and limeade. I really don't feel like thinking about today or yesterday or organizing my thoughts at all. I'm quite pleased with my current state of mind.

I worked early this morning, after a half-hour drive to Palisade. I took the highway, which I've never done on my own before (reminder to all this is only part-way through year 2 of me having a license.) The Mercury drives at highway speeds better than the Mercedes, but there's no comparison of the handling. The Mercedes part was picked up this morning so I get it back sometime next week. Teaching went well, but I botched up the invoice. It was early when I wrote it. I was not awake. My younger student and I had fun; I love it when she's in a good mood. Her learning curve is way steeper than when school was in. I prepped for her all morning. The disorganization of my thought is seeping through in my writing, so I'll leave my assessment of the morning there.

I went outside and took a few pictures of some random things. I looked at the photos after I had done the above writing, so I chose this picture of the Mercury-Mercedes face-off.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

happy day!