She is my heart, my marrow….. my population of thoughts of any size or degree.

14:59

After an unnecessarily long meeting which didn’t accomplish a fucking thing and having to listen to more than one babbling goof say whatever came to their pea brain, I had sushi and now back at the desk.  Don’t want music, just quiet…

The Nurse, always saying the right thing… need to write her in a bit.  Need to write her more, or write about her and what she’s reached after all her adversity faced.  Or maybe I should write more about me and the photog… of course, didn’t charge the cam last night.

Can’t take pictures if you don’t do that.  So then, tonight, take pictures of anything.  The walkway.. the brick wall, play with the camera settings.  Teaching myself how to really photog tonight.

Started writing her something then stopped.  Changing attention, work.  The writing, from the photography.. need a picture. 

Oh shit… forgot about this shot, but now totally remember it.  She looks so little, my daughter.  Almost like it’s not her.  Make me feel panicked, or lost, like I’m not appreciating the time…