Monday, 9.26, East Light, 2016, Archival Digital Print
This is more extreme than the Super Bowl when I’ve noticed a run on junk food and beer in the stores. Tonight the question expands to a choice between nachos with everything or cheap whiskey? Never can I recall so much anxiety prior to any scheduled broadcast, except in sci-fi films when the President tells terrified citizens to remain calm because the aliens mean us no harm. Years in our future scholars will figure out what was going on during these times. Hold on.
Kitchen Window, 4:15 A.M., 2016, Archival Digital Print
Up before dawn, this country rhythm is a commuter’s as well as a rooster’s burden, but the close values and subtle effects of minimal light are so delicate it makes it almost worth it.
Before the Morning Glories Awake, 2016, Archival Digital Print
I am learning how the birds change species through the year. I hadn’t heard the Ravens in a month and a half and now they are talking again. Where did they go? What were they doing? Will they remain? The young doe with the limp whom I saw several times in June crossed my path yesterday before daybreak as I was driving to the train. She’s larger now. I worry that she’s easy prey for a carnivore, coyote or human. She is always alone. Does she feel an outcast or happy to be a hermit?