I know I don’t really post as much as I should. But to be open, I lost my dad a month ago. Before he went on, I had to go up to Pennsyltucky a bit to just be there. 

I don’t really want to recount it, or talk about how hard it was to watch my dad die. It was one of those moments that was like a “camera down” situation. I’m not nearly that brave as an artist to document it, and I really didn’t want to remember him how he was at his end. I also don’t think he would want to be remembered that way. I think it would have made a few good photographs though, but too exploitive. 

But for a while — and still ongoing — I’ve been having a hard time doing anything creative. The novel I’m working on is pretty much at a standstill. I’m lucky to get a paragraph a week on the short story I’m playing with. If I remember my camera, I just rarely take it out. 

I’m trying to just loop it around my neck instead of putting it in my bag, I’m getting a shot or two in. Nothing I really want to share. 

But I did take a couple of recent ones, I thought were okay. Just ok. Like ok enough for a blog or the ‘gram.

1st week was gray scale.

2nd, color wheel.

Now I’m combining the two…. Do t get me wrong I’m loving my classes for the most part. Still, I was hoping color theory wasn’t so exacting,

I knew there was going to be homework when I decided to go back to school. But, I wasn’t expecting to spend half a weekend watching gray paint dry.

I got A.D.D. (or A.D.H.D, whatever it’s called nowadays). And in my day treatment was basically mind bending drugs or beatings. Fortunately I learned coping systems as time went on, including using tactile systems that minimized distractions. 

In short, I have a midterm that needs doing. So I’m bringing out Grandpa the typewriter. 

Today I voted. You probably didn’t. That makes me better than you. Also I wanted internet clout.