Uploading photographs on a slow
Internet
connection is kind of what it feels like to be in my head right now. I
have tried to wrap my hands around the life that I have been living the
past year. Kind of like the way a piece of seaweed clutches to sticky
rice. The rice being the experience and the seaweed my hands..... the
experience isn't sticky enough for my hands to grasp, nothing has
settled, and so everything just kind of hangs there, uncomfortable with
the obvious.
I now sit in a small, white, rocking chair out on open marsh land in St.
Michael's, Maryland. The
Chesapeake
Bay stretches across the horizon, my lap top stretches across my
exposed thighs. Fireflies latch on to my obnoxiously bright screen and
little itchy red bites forming around my ankles due to the beloved
mosquito. I upload my photographs like I upload my thoughts and every
now and then the connection shows four bars instead of one, and then
all is lost. My reality is all jumbled up in a field of wild flowers.
It smells beautiful, it looks beautiful and it is beautiful, but by the
gift of chance.
This is my life. The photographs posted happen to be part of it and the only thing I can share with you during my one bar time.
