Six am is a time of darkness, yes it is. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but finding one of these creatures at that time of day could just tip that balance. I took it as a good omen, however, and ended up having a great day today at work. But when I saw this guy I just kind of knit my brows for a second. What the...? What the crap IS that? I let it go in the backyard after the portrait session. Just thought I'd share. And if anyone knows what the crap it is, tell me.
Follow your instincts. This project couldn't be contained, and was a therapeutic process that came at a wildly emotional time of my life. The heart is where it all starts, and where it all ends.
I'm SO FRUSTRATED about these sideways photos. So I went, fuckit just put them up or you'll never do it. Just...I don't know. They're not even in order. I'm over it.
So I'm getting used to my job. I spend a lot of time hand weeding the crops, checking up on the teenaged poultry, and restraining tomato plants. Things grow really well here, even relationships. I'm struggling to be the best goddamn intern ever. It's mostly a struggle because I feel summerlazy, and without the Tuolumne river to wake up my senses every afternoon, the heat penetrates and exhausts me more than I thought it would. It's definitely a budding romance between me and the land. You can't put your sweat into the earth like that and not get attached.
The bigger picture. I have to remind myself I have a purpose, that I'm more than a weedwhacker, that I'm sowing symbolic seeds too, that I am feeding my speedling soul, that I am but a small part of an unimaginable whole. I'm really into the mundane these days. The bike ride commute, with its tiny triumphs and the accumulating ache/strength in my legs and back.
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