Writing from the practice.
Journal
3/1099: Flirtations with mortality.
A photograph, a bowl of razor blades and the interruption that mattered.
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2/1099: Decisions, decisions.
On edit suites, excessive options and the decisions between the camera and the finished frame.
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1/1099: Two days behind.
A slug, some salt and a pact to make one picture a day.
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Some days are good. Some days are hard. Some days are really, really hard.
read the entryHappy new year?
What even is the point? And yet.
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On fathers, grief and the love that keeps us from being subsumed by it.
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