Stories

They've been pretty scarce around here, if by "here", we mean the blog. In real life, the stories are plentiful. There's the short story class I'm doing at Hugo House, the stacks and stacks of little stories that my photo prints are making these days, the obsessive story of a mix CD I just can't seem to finish, and of course, with Salinger's death, those few gorgeous devastating stories he wrote and actually let us read.

It was a pretty summer day the last time I picked up Nine Stories. I was happy in an unhappy way, on a picnic under trees with the water and birds of prey nearby. We walked back to the car under shade, and I hoped there would be so many more days like that, but there weren't.

I'm Now Totally Obsessed With Figure Skating

And also, still, this barn.

Edison Obsession

This was a late-afternoon double-exposure taken outside of Curator on New Year's. David had the windows all done up with stormy nautical things, so beautiful.

I'm obsessed with other things right now, too. I haven't made the list of things to do before I turn 39, so that's on my mind. I do have resolutions though, vaguely, at least. Ideas about cleaning out the closet, hanging art, making things, printing photos, etc. I have a good feeling about this year.

New

I'm back on the other blog, and clothes are off to the second hand shop, and shoes have been repaired, and things taken to the dry cleaner, and boxes hauled down from top shelves and sorted though. There's more to do, but the year is new and so are the resolutions. That's all good enough for now.

What Does This Have to Do With Anything?

Just dreaming. Bears in the sky, a blue moon, a new year, things we might make or where we might go. I know so many people who don't like resolutions, but I love them. They are more like chances, to me. I'll take them.