In the Kid's Kitchen

Pick Up Game

Work's been a bitch lately, with things picking up and our staff still down.

Then Jeff, our inside sales guy, takes the week off, so yours truly has to open the warehouse at 6 a.m. each morning.

On the third day in a row, with the alarm going off at 4:30 a.m., yet again, it felt like swimming from the bottom of a sludge filled well. I hit snooze twice in quick succession and then, somehow, shut it off.

I dreamed:

Dee-Wayne Brammage,* and I were playing basketball. But we didn't have a ball.

Instead, we started with a ring of keys and then halfway through, switched to a block of what looked like white cheddar cheese, wrapped in cellophane. Coulda been Havarti.

Despite the cheese, it was like old times, and we moved with the grace and joy of youthful exuberance, flowing like water over the cracked concrete, laughing and trash-talking the while.

"You can't play ball with a block of cheese, " I thought, and woke up. Then scrambled my ass off to work.

But the dream lingers on.

***

Dee-Wayne Brammage, I challenge you to a game of one-on-one, old man. Think you got anything left?

You just tell me where and when.

I'll bring the cheese.

*My oldest friend, whom I met in 2nd Grade at Columbia Grade School, where he was the shortest and I was the tallest. The rest is history.

Apple Tree

For every attribute I've ever mocked my father for, there's been a reckoning.

Hairy ears, baggy eyes, thinning hair - all these and more I've acquired.

As Buzz once put it, "you're looking at your future."

Strong words, indeed.

Intimacy

While not a great composition, this pic does convey a certain tone that seems appropriate, currently.

Frankly, I'm getting tired of rooftops and asphalt for subject matter. And I think it shows.

I want to photograph people - individuals - captured in some intimate way, probably nude, but there are 2 impediments:

1. I'm looking for a certain texture and feel which may require a switch to analog. This means I gotta learn a helluva lot more about this medium and I'm not sure I have the patience.*

2. (probably more significant) This may be a substitute for true intimacy.

Since before M and I broke it off I've had this impulse - and this may be about that.

However, art is a process of self-discovery (and time's a wastin'!) so the question remains...

*On the other hand, a wise dude once said, time passes of its own accord, whether we accomplish something or not. So why not?
**M recently told me I'll probably be dead of Mad Cow disease in ten years. Hard to tell if this is macabre humor or accurate prediction -but- either way, I figure I'm halfway to the finish line as it is!