a repost look at context

I wrote a post last week that got me in a bit of trouble. I was frustrated by the mess in the house and took it out in picture form. And, like Tom Young has said, content is altered by context. In this case, the context of my biting titles and text. So here's the same pictures without any blame attached:

breakfast
big mess
teddy takes catches some zees
teddy, clean our room, please
fan to move the air
i wish this stuff wasn't there
shelf to help oragnize our junk
example of said junk
more stuff
By the way, the house is slowly coming together since this shoot. To say we have little time together is an understatement. Last night I got home at quarter to twelve. Tiffany was already in bed. Then she left this morning. I have vague memories every day of her leaving around 6:45 or some hour. A good part of the week all we have is glimpses of one another. In my mind part of the mess is reminders of ourselves to one another. Though, I'm trying to make the clean dishes in the dish drain a reminder for her in the evenings. I think there is a photo project in all this. I'll get to it soon-day.

birthday party

I still haven't figured out the order that the pictures load into blogger, so bear with me if the narration doesn't flow. This Saturday was my Grandmother's 98th birthday. We had a party at the old-people's residence. Tiffany, Mom, Sister Sara, Brother Mat and Is were there. A note of pride: she lives in her own room with toilet, refrigerator and stove. Not that she cooks, but she's still on her own in a way.
98!
2 cute for words
We stopped at the farmer's market on the way.
Saturday morning leotard fitting.
Annie Hasset played for us at the party
This guy freakin' loves "Pink Cadillac"
Get you're boogy on at the old-folks home
My grandma likes to give you wet kisses right on the mouth
zombie niece
I had a dream last night that I was taking a bunch of very important pictures. I can't remember what of, but the intention was to print out the photographs. Then, as I came to the end of the dream, I realized I was still shooting low-res jpgs, which is true. Maybe it mean I need a 2gig card...

friday with leah

Leah asked me to help bring her show back from the VCP in Brattleboro. This is her with the wall of polaroids at the Insight Photography Project.
Student art
Back in Greenfield; I volunteered her for a few months.
What is he building in there?
This is how Leah feels about gas prices. Kind of enigmatic...
Genevieve's show at Insight
Someone's nice dog
Packing the pictures
What a view!
Write on me, please!
Tiffany buying patterns on sale
ladder at leah's
Ellen working
stained glass at mesa verde

a night out with co-workers

at home

Half beard from the other night.
Don't tell anyone I shaved.

I read a chapter in John Banville's Ghosts this morning and got to thinking about my own thoughts about death. One of the characters just walked across the dunes to the ocean and fell on his face. It's got to be the best death scene I've ever read in a book. I think these pictures are also about narrating death. Still a little incomplete. Check out the whole series: link

more pictures from sara's

sheep at alderbrook farm
earing
on the way back home we stopped here

blurry breakfast
mat and cereal
tantrum
cha cha cha
chicken at alderbrook farm