the best thing about cellphones is they see things we don't. there's no blue on this wall, it's just the phone's way of seeing shadows, and so there i be, kicking back under the emma tree in yesterday's late afternoon, and beginning the journey back to this photo series. i can see right away i have turned a page with this new phone, the old one dead and gone to heaven, and i am not sure how i feel about it, chchchchchanges and everything not being my strong point. this new phone is an iphone, an old one, the 3gs, but it was 97¢ and what the hell. and i like it, i do, but so far not so much the camera. i take almost no images with it; it requires 2 hands to operate, so spontaneity can be dangerous, and the images are better and have lost that ragged look i liked so much. and i don't do apps.
but. the calendar says january and january means begin again and so a new chapter. first boot shot under the emma tree lights mixed with daylight and the shadows go blue. things could be worse. i liked it enough to not desaturate it too much.
the weekend opens its eyes onto gray skies and a squirrel upside down in the wisteria vines. breakfast is the last of the homemade soup. i am awake in a bad mood, skye cat meowing in my face too early too much; when i squeezed her tight to show how much i loved her despite all the noise, she bit me, just a small scrape of a tooth across my arm, but a lesson learned about love and holding on too tightly. there is much to do and i am dithering about the day.
a morning flock of birds.
they are writing words in the sky,
messages visible only to those above them.
for us earthbound souls, mirrors are required,