May 16, 2020
Our walk was shortened this morning. We brought Fiona. She is learning to walk on leash. She needs improvement. She is exhausting. We circled back home and got on with the day.
6:07 AM – My Studio
… after a night of storms, cool air, birds singing… severity of storms possible never became actual, not for us, house, yard… today we fill stock tanks with dirt and plant, P will bring us plants from the Master Gardener sale… H is up early, she will likely come for the walk then… thinking about J, wishing for things to be better there, not likely… we will grow cardoon in the garden, a thistle vegetable i did not know before it appeared at Adams Christmas last year, seems a lifetime ago… Cheeto-in-Chief weaponizing the justice department against enemies and truth tellers, expectation of intensification as the election approaches, guaranteed to be a mess, filled with hatred, the results not trusted by at least half the population no matter what they are… Obama will address the nation’s high school students tonight, commencement address, one billion will attend?, take that! Cheeto-In-Chief… googled Cheeto-In-Chief and discoverd it’s a thing, not the only one to come up with it… no original ideas, maybe original assemblages of ideas?, who knows… i cried when i heard Obama would address the nation’s students, will watch and will no doubt cry then too… remember i say to me, this country has been in bad places before, J. Edgar Hoover, Eugene McCarthy, yeah, it’s been bad and we got through it, we’ll get through it again…
May 15, 2020
H and I are settling into a walking routine. Today, Chas came along. Tomorrow, Fiona? We can’t walk both because this would be too distracting to me. I wouldn’t get any pictures. It’s enough that I have incorporated H and one dog.
6:07 AM – My Studio
… when i wake up, rain dripping outside the window, birds singing happily, i feel slow, bloated, like i drank a little too much, a common feeling during this pandemic… just now, i read in the Paris Review about Bernadette Mayer, Memories, the similarity of my daybook project seems uncanny, though i won’t begin to claim that my work is an equal in quality, it is validation of doing the work, of the idea of it, if not the execution of it…
May 14, 2020
A pretty morning filled with sunlight. We walked Main Street from one end to the other.
4:43 AM – My Studio
… weight going steadily up, today i begin to reverse that trend… read an article on Kayleigh McEnany, it makes the point that she is very smart and accomplished, and so i wonder why her smarts and accomplishments don’t make working for the Trump administration a non starter?… what does she believe, not believe that makes it possible, it certainly wouldn’t be possible for me, i could never, so i wonder, is she venal?, is it resume above all else?, does she actually believe there is anything good to the administration?, is she amoral?, is this what the country produces?, individuals for whom power is everything?, doing right by the people they serve nothing?…
May 13, 2020
H came with me on my walk again this morning. I am learning to walk, talk and make pictures at the same time. I am glad we are walking together, even if it diverts my attention somewhat. We have nice conversations about what’s going on. She gets out a bit. it’s all good.
4:44 AM – My Studio
… Salon last night, twenty attendees, plus or minus, A came and stayed the whole time… good to see her… K a little tough on several, including me, almost angry and indignant, which perhaps means I was on to something, i wasn’t withered though, i offered a more in depth explanation, and as i think this morning, i realize that different pandemic response themes are developing, the signage, the reflections, the cartoon monster, lurking corona virus in a window, and even the dark matter series work which takes on a new sort of meaning in this current context, the photos of gloves and masks, judiciously sprinkled, i have the thought that i should photograph the various news briefings about…
May 12, 2020
H came along on the walk today, she isn’t usually up when I leave. I wondered if it would change the work, it didn’t, and we had a nice chat along the way.
… 4:41 AM – My Studio
… my note to BF answered quickly… H irritable yesterday, we need to plan the trip up to her cousin’s chicken farm to get some chickens and have an outing… i am up early, dogs up early, H up early, a cascade, i neglected to leave bedroom door open so dogs could come out if they wanted, instead Chas whined until H got up and let him down, coming down to check on me herself, sorry… diving more deeply into BF’s newsletters and process i begin to see possibilities for my own work… i have begun mapping my walks and had the stroke that i should create maps by the week as i am doing for my images and words, then publish the map as part of the weekly daybook publication… i want to start incorporating some short videos in my practice, i have to teach myself to use the video functions on all my cameras… that will be my job this morning, learn to use the Lumix 100 video function… i got no notification that i will share my work tonight at Salon, which is fine, but i am curious about signup and what we will do for follow up salon which i assume i will be part of, i guess i will hear from H and K soon, today?… i am exhausted by the news, i scan every morning but haven’t been able to engage with articles, it’s all the same shit every day, H had TV on last night with the Cheeto-In-Chief giving a briefing, bragging about himself and his admin as usual, best presidency every, according to him, so many of us think not, die hard supporters take him at his word…
May 11, 2020
A selection from my walk, I continue to be interested in reflections for their upside-down/backwards world allusions, also, small odd moments/imperfections.
5:47 AM – Home
… slept in a bit this morning, made a lovely meal of braised beef shank, roasted rutabaga, roasted asparagus, martinis, red wine, over indulgence… in a happy mood i wrote some sappy things on FB… i wrote that i am not interested in exceptional stories, only ordinary stories which is where most of humanity lives… i live in a society that holds out the exceptional tale of triumph with our without adversity, rising to the pinnacle, conquering Mt. Everest, is the standard for a life well lived, exceptional, a story everyone wants to read about, this is not where 99 percent of the population lives, most of us live in the ordinary, the quotidian, within the margins… that’s not so sappy, its true, and its true that those stories interest me the most… no word from CPW about Salon being overrun with submissions or being chosen to present work, wondering how it went, how many wishing to show work we have to deal with… we spent most of the weekend catching up on laundry, three was so much… need to vacuum the house today, or tomorrow, the animal hair dust bunnies are building up to threatening proportions…
May 10, 2020
H and the dogs came with me on this walk, resulting in fewer pictures.