Home Free

Back in the east. I don't think I've ever made a pie with lou, just the two of us. Lou's living in Brooklyn with her Pops. I'm staying with her at her house. We decided pie was the way to go. Blackberries, Cherries and apples. We're good lil bakers.

Tomorrow I'm taking her school, on the R train. It's very interesting.

The Season is different

some times I watch, the world spins and vibrates. Especially when I look at a specific chunk of time. It's hardly conceivable. My child is not here, that much is strange enough. I have been working since july 1st. It's a concentrated time span to remember. I'm still working.

I'm spending time with all sorts of people who compel this mind. Sometimes I even come across one that boggles it immediately. Sometimes it takes many years for me to notice how profoundly concentrated a look that can be taken at any given point even when the people and situations I look upon have stood among many moments having passed.

love to all

Homies

This albany shit it's hard.  That's not to say that there aren't moments.

Back in the ALB

One of the many challenging things about albany is the lack of a Camera.  It didn't used to be challenging.  I didn't really take pictures before, except in the naughty sense in exchange with certain compadres dribbling astrophysics in exchange. HOT.  Anyhoo.... 

It's a genuine challenge, this blogging thing in Albany.  My brain works differently.  More later...

Photo booth is the new digital camera

The second to last day I fooled myself into thinking I could teach myself Logic.  heh heh.  It rapidly became more compelling to take photos with photo booth.  Cocoa Butter naked sun.  Duh.  Logic? Cocoa butter. 

A Truly Psychedelic Meltdown

They never made it to the beach.  It is somehow an apt pile.  This was their end...  Until next time, no time, that is.

goodbye outdoor shower

It won't be as long as usual until another outdoor shower is had.  Grafton here we come.  Warm? not so much.

Tribute to Granny Madge

Lou, always remembers this one photo of Her dad's mom, Madge, before she was ever conceived, and I.  (convoluted sentence flag) She'll pull her pants up and pretend she's us.  So here we are.  If only will somebody out there show madge this picture?  Hambone?

request

Can anyone who is reading this Blog, please tell me if it's possible to post?  If it's not than email me at radcanmove@gmail.com.  Thanks dudes.

Went to an overwhelming flower festival after having gotten a mere smidge of sleep, forgot to take photos.  OOOPs.  ma got some nice orchids-photoupdate tomorrow.

lovee dovee shnookee wookee.

COLE

This one watered my eyes

My mom took this photo in the morning as I soundly slept.  I saw it for the first time tonight.  The thoughts that grew in my head were as follows.

As a parent I like to remember as often as possible, that it is of the utmost importance for Lou to feel the depth of simple captivation with herself as I feel for her.  The more this has become important in that direction the more it has become important in the other direction.  I find it much easier to be taken aback by her beauty than my own.  I think we can meet somewhere in the middle.