Monday, June 6, 2016

The State of Me

At present, I find my creative energies divided. There is only so much time. This past month or so, I have been manically devoted to trying to start a photography business. My mind boomerangs back to the thoughts of it, over and over again. 



Thoughts that are clouded with doubts, as creative pursuits so often are. I could list them one by one, give them name and voice, and maybe that would be the healthy thing to do. Instead, I push them to the back of my mind, and take care to leave a door open, hoping they will slip out on their own, like overlooked guests bored at a party. 

For now, I just keep letting my thoughts come back to Ira Glass:

"Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through."
I'm just going to keep fighting my way through.
And working hard.
And trusting in the process.


Wednesday, June 1, 2016

This Weekend We

This weekend we were busy enough that it's taken til Wednesday to tell you about it.

It was full of restaurant shifts and photo sessions. Trips to the beach and swimming off my parents' pier.

But most notably, it got filled with a new life.

On Saturday I got to be there when my nephew Jeffery Cotton joined us earth side. And I want nothing more than to properly introduce him over here, but my sister Claire is seeking quiet and peace in these first days of motherhood, so I'll have to wait until she lets me come up so I can take a thousand pictures and, far more importantly, hold that little boy in my arms.

Logically I understand that new mothers need what they need and the rest of us have to honor their wishes. Emotionally, it feels like Christmas is happening forty-five minutes away, and I'm not invited. I am painfully excited to go see that little boy. Emphasis on the pain.

Now it is off to pack a bag for the pool and whip up some homemade sunblock. Summer is here and I don't intend to waste a moment of it.


Thursday, May 26, 2016

Ordinary Mornings

Waking up to a house tidied up by an almost teenager who finds herself in hot water more and more often. Her guilt works to my advantage.

Arlo, awoken by a baby sister who loves him as deeply as she torments him. 

Babies standing at the window, watching their older siblings play in the early morning hours. 

Oma's deck with a glaring pink power wheels and a cousin they all adore.

Fighting for toys that are hardly that. 

A walk to the coffee shop for iced drinks and giant eclairs.

Slow and loud and finally sunny. 


Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Farm Visits

 Last Friday we drove up to visit my sister, overdue with my very first nephew. Weary from pregnancy, in need of company, and insistent that I did not include he in photos, despite the fact that she looks amazing. Rare is the women ten months pregnant who wants pictures of her utterly transformed body.

Regardless, we spent the afternoon  devoted to the slow pursuits well suited to the country. Makeshift basketball played in a cornfield. Stick fights and races. A walk to the pond to feed ugly ducklings who never turned to swans.

We soaked in the sunlight that has been in short supply this May. Enjoyed what will be one of our lasts visits to this house. A few weeks after Jeffrey Cotton is born, Claire and Andrew are moving back to the Beach. A move I am very happy they are making, even if it does mean an end to the days spent mostly on the ramp off their porch will the kids make fun what's found right beyond the door.