TUESDAY, DECEMBER 30TH

Friday, January 23, 2015

The fireplace lit up with two logs and 20 pieces of paper that was used to start the fire. A couple of tries of igniting and few adjustments of the logs be positioned a fire finally starts. It's warm and the embers are slow and steady and every 10 minutes a burst of flame would appear. The fire would then casually hangout for an hour.

All the lights are out except the small Christmas tree that stands 2 feet tall. I'm next to the fireplace, with a serving tray occupied with tea cups and tea pot, and a computer with a blog post waiting to be written. But I have no ideas and I'm completely lost of what I wanted to say. So I stare at it a few and make attempts to write. Nothing makes sense. All I write is about things I don't want to do... like write a blog post.

The embers slowly take over. It's almost like they're tucking themselves to sleep. I continue to stare at the screen with my hands positioned for any ready idea. But I'm still lost.

My wife calls me to the bedroom and I gave her the "I'll be there in 20 minutes" excuse when it turned into 45. But alas the embers still burn slow. I close my laptop, drink a couple of sips of tea, take a leak, and readied for bed. I only slept 4 hours.



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IT'S WARMER WHEN IT'S BLUE

Monday, January 19, 2015



Donna's Bedroom / Lowell, Ma / December 25th, 2014.

So far my experience photographing Polaroids has been satisfying. Of course the last two posts, along with this one, have been images taken on Christmas Day, but I assure you I've been photographing with the camera and new work will come your way.

But I can't help, but come back to this day when the light was perfect. Upon searching for photos around my house most of my interests stayed in my wife's old bedroom. Because the light emitted in my favor and because the subject matter compelled me to try to frame creatively it was a spurt I had to take advantage of. There will be new work soon. I promise.

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IT DOESN'T MATTER THESE DAYS

Friday, January 16, 2015

The car turns on at 6:23 in the morning while the coffee is brewing, the bowls of food for the cats and dog are filled, and I scatter to gather everything into one place. I get my shirt, un-ironed pants, a small jacket, a hat, clothed myself and look in the mirror to see if I need to fix anything. My face is swollen from loss of sleep and my hair still doesn't want to look right.

I sit on the table in the living room drinking a brew of coffee I bought at the market for $5.99. 2 or three cups later, and during the daily news channel 4, I go to the bathroom to take a piss and look at my face one more time. I still look haggard, but at this moment I'm late and I don't give a shit.

I kiss my wife goodbye, gather my things and head out to the car. It's warm in there. I blast the heat. Off I go...

And after I exit towards the highway the check engine light turns on.

My arrival at work was smooth. I back my car to the parking spot, grab my things and head to the building. I'm in my cubicle prepping the computer. 7:30 I log on and I'm ready to work. It doesn't end till 6:30 pm.

After work I try starting my car. No response. I try again. No trigger. I pop the hood and saw the wire that connects to the battery is loose. I adjust it. Turned the key and it ignites.

I warm the car for 5 minutes. I put the car in gear and proceeded to drive home. My exit appears and I veer into the road. It's already past 7 and arrive back home. The check engine light is still on. I have to wake up at 4 in the morning to get ready for work.

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