11-9-24
06:54
Playing with images and both cameras, and phone. Talking with the Nurse this morning, a couple topics. Friend of ours with no real career, just job to job. No slander of course, as I feel somewhat in the like-boat, but a little mention and then me with some more riled and realized unspoken mediation.
Nurse leaving for work, me waking before 05:45 to get my little sweet infirmière her iced chocolate mocha from the Starbucks on Brooks, and me a latte. Strong, my order. I type fast than I have possibly ever at this hour.
Proud of myself and excited with making the T7 connect to this laptop. First picture from the other day of wine tasting, gorgeous. I am doing it, I’m fucking doing it.
MY career, this camera, cameras. The images, captures, the otherwise ‘everyday’ and boring and mundane scenes and words, interactions, occurrences, that is MY material.
Job v Career. All I can think about. The Nurse’s words always do this, have me spun and with sharp contemplative darts.
Picture last night, selfie of the Nurse and Jack and I, before his first school dance. Time isn’t waiting, and neither is this writer, or photographer, diarist, newly-tuned and truth’d documentarian.
Nurse texts, temp alert of 37 degrees on Freights Road, and that roads could be icy. We love this time of year, and of course I tell her to drive safely and that I worry, “Honey text me when you get to work, okay? I worry.. XOXOXO”
Me being silly, but coupled with and intwined with this excitement this morning of a new gig – more photog than writer. Like I noted yesterday, writing being an afterthought, or the byproduct or echo of the pictures— I don’t like that word.
PHOTOGRAPH.
PHOTOGRAPHY.
Much better.
Celebratory, that I captured all these images over the years. Thousands, easily, if not tens of.
Just got a thin but pronounced sting of tired. Writing through it. I’m not letting this energy be wasted or forlorn, or squandered. Fuck that. First day on the photog job. Huh, what if I really subscribe to that??
Based in Windsor, loving my county, the people in it. All the small businesses. The image of one, then another – the clothing store, the pharmacy, the shop with stickers and placemats, wine glasses, plates. Each store, part of this new story.
Sip latte, distracted by more photographs, from last night on phone then from the T7, and my other little Cannon I received as a gift from Mom and Dad. Then take quick shots with phone, 5 total, documenting where I am and what I’m doing.
That’s the approach. Nothing ostentatious or exhaustively syllabic. Just the realness of the Now – truth, unfettered and strong, no filtering, no fining, no edits.
07:23, still early, and the day is more alive. More sun on those trees in the complex to the south. Might take another set of captures. No, collect for now. React to these immediate frames, smiles, objects.
The Now is loud, and inchoate. The lack of definition and still-forming form is what magnetizes me this morning, now. 07:25
