I’m impetuous, emotional, easily distracted so less than prudent decisions are familiar to me. But of all the mistakes and missteps, I regret the times I didn’t trust my instinct. My goal is to be more like the ducks at the town’s old mill — hunt, protect themselves and their flock from predators, and let the water guide them home.
The best thing about this foto is I woke up horribly sick on the day I planned to go out to the park and snag a dragon for the day’s prompt. I managed to roll out of bed, literally, and pour my feverish limbs and feet into cloth and shoe, and got as far as the front porch when I was overcome with sweat and lightheadedness. I decided to take Tylenol, lie down, sleep it off a bit. I woke up hours later, sleepwalked through work — laptop on pillow on bed next to me, typing with one hand enough to trudge through the workday. I realized there was no way I would lift my head let alone my camera. I called my boyfriend at work, begged him to please go out in the final 30 minutes of daylight and catch a dragon for me. He thought I was crazy. So what if I missed a day of photoblogging, he said. But I persisted and then fell back into a fever dream. When I woke up later that night, my camera was sitting on my nightstand next to my Kleenex and cough syrup with a note to check my gallery. There it was: a dragon. Hence forth, I have to tell the world a man so loved me he caught for me a dragon(fly).
My favorite foto of my parents on their first date in 1969. She looks like a tart, with her partially-exposed garter strap and I love it! After meeting her some weeks prior and many phone calls, my father begged my mom to come see his band and she did. Afterwards, he brought her backstage and that’s when this foto was taken. They were married the following year.