April
Day Seventy Seven
Wanderer April 1st, 2017
The wanderer sits contemplating about his life. Their life. Is this what they want? To be in as many places as they can be. Never settling. Always moving. Anxious. Afraid of what's next. Not the outcome.
Day Seventy Eight
Creator of Dreams April 2nd, 2017
"He see's her. It is raining, not hard but enough to consider it raining. He forgot his jacket, his shirt is dripping. She is riding a yellow bicycle. On the front of her handlebars is a wicker basket. Filled to the brim and then some; with numerous colorful flowers. Of all colors and sizes. She is splashing through puddles. The water playfully splashing onto her green rubber boots. She is wearing a yellow rain jacket over a black dress dotted with red polka dots. Over her ears, she is wearing red headphones. She had drawn a black x on each side. She is dancing in her head. She splashes by him. He just stands and watches. He cannot believe what he is seeing. She was the girl in his dream. Wearing the same yellow rain jacket and green rubber boots. In his dream she was skipping through the dark forest he found himself in. He stands at the corner of the road now as she passes. He watches her as she pedals down the road. Out of sight. What should he do? What would you do?"
The Girl on the Yellow Bicycle- Brendan Maddock
Day Seventy Nine
Grin April 3rd, 2017
This morning I went on a reflection/ photography hike along the meeting of the Sakonnet River and the Atlantic Ocean. I came across three young deer who were grazing in the midst of tall grass and spiny bushes. I slowly walked up to them. Taking time to not scare them. All three slowly checked me out, understanding I wasn't a threat and continued to graze. Only to pop up every so often to keep an eye on me. One of the three slowly walked away. But the two stayed. I was able to get closer and closer, continually taking photographs. I got within two feet away from one of the young male deer. Small stubs of antler were starting to protrude. I felt accepted. They had no issue with my presence. I respectfully thanked them for letting me be there and I walked off. Looking back every so often at my new friends.
Day Eighty
Paper Flowers April 4th, 2017
It is cold outside. Rainy day. Raw and miserable.
It is warm inside. Wooden tables. Foggy windows. Paper flowers. Ginger Chai Latte. First meeting. Interesting conversation. Warm sweaters. Reading in corners. Rippling Melodies. Chattering rain.
Day Eighty One
Midnight April 5th, 2017
There is something simple and enjoyable about cooking a meal, late night. Nothing is open. The world is quiet and sleeping. But I get to enjoy the hot gooey goodness of this pizza.
Day Eighty Two
Untitled April 6th, 2017
This photograph is in term a recreation from a series I did back at university. During the time I working on the original project, now 4 years ago. I was dealing with depression, winter blues, loneliness, and a bit of angst. I was internally uncomfortable. But, it was/is my problem; which only added to my subject loneliness. The only way I could get it out my anger and internal thoughts were at the time through photography. I'll be honest with myself here. Some of the photos in the series were lacking. Some are down right, shit. But, some spoke to me.
They were eerie, creepy, and depressing. Everything I enjoy and feel. I see my depression throughout my work. I hate it, but I know it assists my pieces. I like to think it makes them stronger.
Day Eighty Three
Birds on a Wire April 7th, 2017
"Two birds on a wire. One tries to fly away. And the other watches him close from that wire. He says he wants to as well. But he is a liar
I'll believe it all. There's nothing I won't understand
I'll believe it all. I won't let go of your hand
Two birds on a wire. One says c'mon and the other says "I'm tired". The sky is overcast and I'm sorry. One more or one less. Nobody's worried"
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Two Birds by Regina Spektor
Day Eighty Four
Jump Up April 8th, 2017
First look at my garden for 2017. I love gardening. I love flowers. I love color. Lets see what comes from each.
Day Eighty Five​
Unknown April 9th, 2017
When I look at this photograph, I feel I can glimpse another world. A dark world of reflections. Passages of mirrors. Dark trees. Grey water and sky. But there is some color. The creatures and beings all possess bright colors. Reds, yellows, greens, blues, so on. Brightening any darkness.
Day Eighty Six
Pink Moon April 10th, 2017
My calves burn as I sit on the damp grass. The full moon looms ahead lighting everything. Along with man-made illumination. Street lights and torches illuminate the streets of man. Compared to early civilizations who would look up to the stars and to the moon and see gods. Electricity is our god.
Day Eighty Seven
Working Hands April 11th, 2017
"You've got city hands Mr. Hooper. Been counting money all your life." This line from Jaws has stayed with me since I first saw jaws. I have always wanted to have well worked hands. Tired and cracked. Like my father's hands. Dirty, used, and worn.
Day Eighty Eight
Dried Up April 12th, 2017
This ivy dried up and died about two years ago. It is amazing how it is still holding on. Not wanting to let go.
Day Eighty Nine
Hidden April 13th, 2017
Clothing piles up. My floor is hidden. I am laying in a meditative state.
Day Ninety
Hidden Message April 14th, 2017
I found this sweet hidden message mixed into some one dollar bills. I really enjoy this. Heart you- Bry
Day Ninety One
Late Night Show April 15th, 2017
After a long day of work, I was happy to find a live show at the local indie movie and music venue. Galactic Theater. Even though I arrived at the end. It was great to see.
Day Ninety Two
No Trespassing April 16th, 2017
New England is very European in nature. The culture. People. Architecture. And deep history. While it may not be a long history compared to Europe, there are a lot of old structures slowly wasting away. Military building long deserted.
Day Ninety Three
Untitled April 17th, 2017
"When she looked at me that morning, she knew I would take care of Enola. She knew we could not follow. It was the only time she could go.
Not long after, while Alice McAvoy and I raced cars across her living room rug, my mother drowned herself in the Sound.
I lean into the water, pushing with my chest, digging in my toes. A few more feet and I drop an anchor with a muffled clang. I look at the boat's shadow. Frank is anxious. The oars slap the surface. What must it be like to breathe water?"
Excerpt from The Book of Speculation by Erika Swyler (A fellow Long Islander)
Day Ninety Four
Buried Within April 18th, 2017
Broken images are strewn across. Broken memories, thoughts, people. Graveyards are beautiful and they should be. You are in a sense getting a glimpse of someone's life. I believe that we die twice. When the last breath lives our body and when the last person forgets your name. With that in mind. Graveyards hold immortals. Unless the graveyard is itself forgotten, the people buried within will not be.
Day Ninety Five
Blossom April 19th, 2017
"This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between. Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration. Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze. Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration, Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
And I, what fountain of fire am I among. This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed about like a shadow buffeted in the throng. Of flames, a shadow that's gone astray, and is lost."
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The Enkindled Spring- D.H. Lawrence
Day Ninety Six
Untitled April 20th, 2017
"On longer evenings, Light, chill and yellow, Bathes the serene
Foreheads of houses.
A thrush sings, Laurel-surrounded
In the deep bare garden, Its fresh-peeled voice
Astonishing the brickwork.
It will be spring soon, It will be spring soon —
And I, whose childhood
Is a forgotten boredom, Feel like a child
Who comes on a scene
Of adult reconciling,
And can understand nothing
But the unusual laughter,
And starts to be happy."
Coming- Philip Larkin
Day Ninety Seven
Prick April 21th, 2017
"There's no dearth of kindness in this world of ours; Only in our blindness, we gather thorns for flowers."
-Grantland Rice
Day Ninety Eight
Untitled April 22nd, 2017
Hello?!.... Please is anyone there?..... Dipper is alone in the midst of a dark forest. Tall trees point menacingly towards the starry sky. A crescent moon floats delicately above. In the darkness, Dipper hears a branch crash. He turns suddenly. Seeing a girl. She is skipping through the trees. She is wearing a yellow rain jacket. A basket filled with flowers dances as she skips. The flower's glow in reds and orange with some hints of blue. Hey!! Dipper calls out. Hey, miss! But the girl vanishes behind a row of trees. He run's toward her last location, but all that he found was one orange flower glowing in the darkness. He picks up the flower and pulls it toward his heart. Exhaling deeply.
The sky is bright as he painfully opens his eyes. There is a glare from his window, bouncing off his windchime. Dancing. Who was that?
Day Ninety Nine
New Friend April 23rd, 2017
I walked up to a barbed wire fence hoping to take some photographs of goats grazing. This guy came directly up to me. No fear. Wanted to say hi.
Day One Hundred
Hello April 24th, 2017
Came across this guy driving through a Rhode Island farmland. Interesting character.
Day One Hundred And One
Untitled April 25th, 2017
"Happiness is a choice. You can choose to be happy. There's going to be stress in life, but it's your choice whether you let it affect you or not."
-Valerie Bertinelli
Day One Hundred And Two
Meadow April 26th, 2017
"It is the mind which creates the world around us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched."
-George Gissing
Day One Hundred And Three
Specks April 27th, 2017
"Let's go in the garden
You'll find something waiting
Right there where you left it
Lying upside down
When you finally find it
You'll see how it's faded
The underside is lighter
When you turn it around
Everything stays
Right where you left it
Everything stays
But it still changes
Ever so slightly
Daily and nightly
In little ways
When everything stays"
-Everything Stays
Rebecca Sugar
Day One Hundred And Four
Moisture April 28th, 2017
April showers bring May flowers.
Day One Hundred And Five
No Planet "B" April 29th, 2017
"It is horrifying that we have to fight our own government to save the environment."
-Ansel Adams
Day One Hundred And Six
Morning Drive To The Beach? April 30th, 2017
"I've learned that fear limits you and your vision. It serves as blinders to what may be just a few steps down the road for you. The journey is valuable, but believing in your talents, your abilities, and your self-worth can empower you to walk down an even brighter path. Transforming fear into freedom - how great is that?"
-Soledad O'Brien