My notes here are more like ramblings than coherent essays.
And this hodgepodge of stories and thoughts matches my current state.
I visited Mom on Memory Lane on Tuesday and sat in the parking lot crying for a good while after the visit. I wonder how many other visitors experience this same sadness as they watch people they love slip away. I knew this was coming – the days when my mother might not brighten to see me, when she might not know clearly who I am. But I wasn’t prepared for how much I might miss her.
There is film in the Graflex 22, twin lens reflex camera, and I’m ready to practice with black-and-white film.
I send a poem to my son, I Invite My Parents to a Dinner Party. It’s about a young gay man reaching out to his parents. I laugh because Jacob writes back to say he subscribes to poem-a-day, too. I like that we are alike in this way.
I receive the sweetest note from a friend who lets me know my recent article was included in Monthly Best Reads from Click Magazine. She roots for me with her whole heart.
Hello Donna my friend,
I had a delightful surprise this morning when I opened my email from Click magazine. I tapped to the article on observation and when I was done reading it to my surprise it was one that you wrote. How proud I was that I know you. You have come so far in your photography and are getting the recognition you deserve for your excellent work. As always I am enthralled at your images and your article brought to mind our photo walk and how you encouraged me to stop and observe my surroundings. Bravo to you!
I find this quote that reassures me.