While one practiced soccer, the other took a break from a game of basketball and humored me by holding a flower so I could experiment a bit with the “classroom” example of shooting with a wide open aperture — good bokeh being the goal. When I looked at the photos tonight, the two that called… more…
Even though I erase most of what I type these days, I’m finding myself “here” on the blog more and more frequently. I am struggling to find my balance and a hook back into my own creative things, but I am constantly amazed at what others are doing and what rolls through my stream at… more…
With “homework” due for the photo course, I snapped dozens of photos of soccer shoes going on, Beyblades being spun, and even a humongous piece of corn on the cob being eaten. Most fell short of a story. But the pursuit of a story… is often the story.
My head is splitting. That is the ever-present thought in this moment. Splitting. But there are words tumbling and spinning and jockeying for position inside me, with nowhere to go. It’s been a span of days characterized by a sense of shutting down, not a fall, but a plateau, a stepping away as if drawn… more…
I am not much of a storyteller. I don’t claim a jar full of imagination. And I am pretty sure there are no gold stickers in my storytelling future. But parenting often means telling a story, a story to bridge a set of minutes, a story to lull one to sleep, a story to… more…
Excuse the dust. I’m exploring switching things over behind the scenes for the blog(s), and I tend to live by “doing”… so that’s what is going on here. It’s something I’ve needed to do forever. Some things are broken. Some things aren’t making 100% sense in terms of dealing with the code. But the… more…