I'm His

He doesn't need me, until he does. He follows his own Sports Center, electronic devices and chewing gum agenda. Behind the scenes I gather and plan. If I'm lucky there will be a body press from Boy-land. Maybe even a word or two. I'm waiting, at-the-ready.

Roadside Attraction

I've been known to veer unexpectedly. Following the heart is a perilous way in which to operate a moving vehicle. Zig! Zag! Swerve! It's the only way I care to drive – my route uncharted. Use caution if you follow close behind. I hit the brakes hard, for love.

Gimme

Blue glitter on my tongue. Yum.

Short-term Parking

Waiting on higher ground for flood waters to recede, 9:21 AM.

Auto Focus

Most days I have no idea what I am doing from minute to minute. I'm packing lunch bags, I stop to sort mail but not read it because I'm detangling my son's hair, which reminds me I've yet to send that invoice. Then I'm out the door heading to the next fill-in-the-blank. I can't concentrate.

Late one afternoon I made this image while on the phone with a friend. We were discussing the over-abundance of photography related information available. Take the feed on my Twitter page; I click on link after link, going nowhere. Follow and be followed, maybe.

While talking, I pass though my bathroom. Light spills into the shower. I stand in the tub, phone to my ear, camera to my eye. Focus. The room feels airless, the instant is suspended. I hang up. Onto more worldly matters.