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.

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