3/22/10 A fast burn in the middle of the chest.
I’m trying to say your name and there are hot embers in my throat and all I can rummage are small plumes of burning paper.
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3/18/10 Untitled 15
Angels never cry.
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3/17/10 Untitled 14
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3/10/10 There’s the edge again
How is it that I can stand on the edge of the continent and not see anyone? How can I be surrounded by such beauty, and be completely alone?
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3/8/10 warm sun cold shadows and the burden of a camera
I went downtown to shoot the streets. I did my typical, mathematical routine but this time I saw a lot of nice pictures I could have taken. A black woman in front of a liquor store in the grasp of a heartfelt gaze with sun reflecting off a car window causing an orb of light to emphasize her public entrancement. I let moments like these go because I had no desire, and they had no meaning. It was sunny and busy and a nice day downtown, but it was not for me.
I went home towards the ocean and I went to the beach where you could see the rain pouring out at sea, moving inland. I stood beside a lost shopping cart as the sand gasped round my feet and the sky went dark and I stared at the water as the rain came to me. It rained hard and I took a picture, and it had meaning to me. I stared at the ocean, it was angry but calm and this meant something to me. Had I not been carrying an expensive camera I would have thrown my shirt off and ran in as far as I could to meet the ocean with a scream, the kind that sums up weeks of words unspoken, and then I would have had a strong laugh with the water and the birds I couldn’t see because they were hiding. Real life could have happened, but I had my camera with me.
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3/4/10 Pictures that hurt to look at #2
Day trip to SF with girlfriend, just a few months into the Corps.
This entry was written by , posted on March 5, 2010 at 2:23 am, filed under Personal. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink and follow any comments with the RSS feed for this post.
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