Yes, it was a good idea to take a walk with my husband and dogs this morning, however I missed my morning writing. It is the best way to start the day for me. By the time this many hours in the day have passed, I have moved through many spaces. I like the purity of the morning. I write what’s there to write. I write what jumps out from the day before. I write what I need to say – and what I need to have heard. I am most fresh in the morning. Now at 3:55pm, I am far from fresh. I have had laughter, many tears, and some screaming today.
The talented Amy Johnson photographed me at the site today. I wanted grittier pictures for my professional persona. Pictures that capture the emerging me – whoever that will be. Some of the pictures we took today may not make ‘sense’ like me hysterically laughing at my friend Lainie’s jokes while resting my arm on torched and scared wood. The juxtaposition of the blue Colorado sky, snow on the mountains in the distance, green pines covering hilltops (not mine hilltops, however), blackened concrete, twisted metal and me in a purple dress. I snarled at the camera quite a lot – even shot it a double fisted bird which felt quite good. (None directed at Amy, and she knew that). For many reasons, Lainie was the perfect assistant.
18 April, 2012 / 2 Comments