night work…
i’m finding quiet in the late hours. it’s easier to write, to think, to curl up under a soft blanket, to hide underneath with a book and a cookie. a few nights ago my yoga teacher mourned the sunlight and spoke of the autumn chemotherapy (she said “leaves changing,” i sometimes, depending on my mood, see it differently) – the sheddings, the colorings, the turning of leaves and the brisk mornings. i find i’m brisk and tight in the morning, in and during the day, and it’s only at dusk, as the sun dips deeper into the horizon, do i begin to relax. i can close my eyes, not worry about sleeping through my subway stop because i can always get up, turn around and go back. i can giggle and laugh that i missed my stop, again. i can share thai with a friend, pull hot socks on my feet, fall in love with duras when i couldn’t have even conceived it possible, could wait patiently for my first mccarthy, could send i miss you emails, write notes with my dreadful penmanship, could place long distance calls, could do flying crow in my living room, could take an evening nap, could sleep, rest, dream. i could do all these things and finally, i am. . .
i’m getting my photo taken tomorrow with the lovely and amazing marion ettlinger, and i admit i’m a little nervous. i am not fond of having my picture taken. i loathe having to think about what to wear when all i want to wear is my perennial, my uniform: cashmere sweater, weird socks (don’t ask) and jeans. i don’t own makeup (save a tube of lipstick and some powder) and i don’t understand angles. we start early and may go into the evening and i would have preferred to start in the afternoon and go into the night because that is becomming my best time. . .
so some quiet while i busy myself with the business of photography and the stategic acquisition of post-photo poundcake (lemon poppy, if you please) and the very necessary cheeseburger.








October 19th, 2006 at 5:38 pm
She’s my favorite author photographer. Your photo is sure to be a knockout–not only is Marion Ettlinger amazing, but she’ll have a lovely subject in you.
October 22nd, 2006 at 6:24 pm
Isn’t she just bliss? She made me feel so comfortable and chill and we had the best chats. I feel good being in such capable hands
Cheers, f.