I only photograph a few people, really. Fewer still with anything approaching consitency. Abby’s really it. Abby and the dogs and the forest and only one on the list is a human being.
I try to take pictures of my folks and my siblings and my friends, but the friends I think I have the most photographs of are Jeanne and Ikuzi, of Romulus fame.
I try to take pictures of my folks and my siblings and my friends, but the friends I think I have the most photographs of are Jeanne and Ikuzi, of Romulus fame.
I’ve made a habit of visiting them for a lot of years. We know eachother pretty well, and I like a lot of the pictures I’ve taken of them. More and more they feel like family.
It was nice today, to see them both with their daughter Miya, and her daughter Hana. The meaning of things feels very rich in those moments; when you can see parallels, recognize your own reflection.
It was nice today, to see them both with their daughter Miya, and her daughter Hana. The meaning of things feels very rich in those moments; when you can see parallels, recognize your own reflection.
The stories that grow up around objects and the people that make them are more like rust than flowers: they just grow and grow and grow and stick around and sometimes they flake off.
The vase up there’s set for golden repair, and it’s quite old. Carved in a style Ikuzi did when he had just moved to the states something like half a century ago. I know them pretty well, but my understanding of the dates of their lives are hazy, puzzled together across half a hundred conversations over a decade. We don’t talk much about things with dates.
I’ve been collecting their work for so long that I’ve got quite a collection. More than that, I’ve got an eye for the specific vocabulary of their craft that’s almost ridiculous.
My morning coffee hasn’t felt quite right since I had it out of one of their mugs, a black one, with a thin lip, not too tall, with a pulled handle, not the round one, ideally a second.
Because I’m clumsy, and some of the people who’ve called my house home are clumsy I’ve broken two such mugs. I got the third today.
I got that and Abby was given a special rock from the brook, and the baby got a thick plate with blue glaze. It’s to remind me they’re growing and it’s for them to eat things that make them grow, once they’re eating things off of plates.
Abby and I got married with a ring from a box they made, and the little one’ll eat off of a plate they made.
My morning coffee hasn’t felt quite right since I had it out of one of their mugs, a black one, with a thin lip, not too tall, with a pulled handle, not the round one, ideally a second.
Because I’m clumsy, and some of the people who’ve called my house home are clumsy I’ve broken two such mugs. I got the third today.
I got that and Abby was given a special rock from the brook, and the baby got a thick plate with blue glaze. It’s to remind me they’re growing and it’s for them to eat things that make them grow, once they’re eating things off of plates.
Abby and I got married with a ring from a box they made, and the little one’ll eat off of a plate they made.