Day 32: Another Day That Changed My Life

That day I watched him spin and laugh, his hair flying like hay off his head, so big his mother slit his shirt necks and still we struggled to pull them on and off, I knew I'd love him forever.

Day 31: Another Day That Changed My Life

Gray Lake Dimmick offered up jewels today: a male Eastern Pondhawk perched on red against green, mating Double-ringed Pennants, and Southern Sprites, teeny-tiny damsels just within reach of a telephoto.

Obsessive compulsion?

Please sir, I want some more.

Day 30: Another Day That Changed My Life

After waking me, the cats lingered at the back door.

Then they napped.

Next they book-browsed and mouse-hunted.

Then they napped.

Next they washed and folded the laundry.

Then they napped.

All before 11 AM.

These two are highly satisfactory cats.

Day 29: Another Day That Changed My Life

As I stumbled on the root-riddled trail, a newly emerged damselfly fluttered in before my face. "Oops. Sorry, little one!" I said.

Tonight, after I tutored a student, she wrote, "Thank you, dear!"

Common courtesies do us all good.

Day 28: Another Day That Changed My Life

I've acted in many plays, but only rehearsal excited me, repetition, words, action, camaraderie, working into otherness. 

As I walk with a camera, only the doing matters. 

Life is all rehearsal, culminating in no final performance.

Zoom in on now.

Day 27: Another Day That Changed My Life

Great Fun: Playing with a large macro lens at Cheekwood.

Wise Advice: Our instructor said, "It's best to learn to shoot with what you have. Experiment."

Delicious Irony: In a macro workshop, my best shot was the giant preying mantis.

Day 26: Another Day That Changed My Life

There is strange comfort sleeping in my friends' home where love and loss commingle, one coming into focus, then another, like the lace across my bedroom window, while downstairs one cares for the other, and upstairs I think on both.