Summer. It’s been a strange start. There are Marines in LA and the other night my six year old told me that it’s time to trim his eyelashes. Sly Stone is dead but The Rolling Stones are still touring. The 1920’s were a riot, I suppose it’s only fitting that the 2020’s are a dumpster fire (with riots).
I’m at a loss as of late, unclear as to how I make sense of everything that’s been going on. Having trouble organizing my thoughts and focusing on much of anything. Nobody wants to live through history. Seems as if we’ve been left with no choice. Buckle up…
Bits and Pieces from Summer, June of 2025.
Attempting to remember what’s important. Have decided that social media is decidedly dumb. Doing my best neither start nor end my day with the news. Still, things feel generally out of sorts. Being a full time S.A.D. (Stay-At-home-Dad) has it’s privileges. Yet, when posed with the question from a child ‘why does the president hate brown people…?’ I’d almost prefer a day job. But not really.
My son was roller skating in Golden Gate Park a few weeks back and in a freak accident was bowled over by a full grown man that was not at fault and who felt terrible about the entire thing. The resulting injury kept the kid on the couch for week with a pulled muscle (in his ass…) and all of a sudden things become clear. At least for a moment. What’s important. What isn’t. What we’re here for. Making new people comes with both baggage and benefits. Sometimes a little perspective.
I met with an old friend the other day. We made some pictures and had a couple drinks and caught up on our lives. We’ve been making pictures together for near 16 years now and we aren’t done yet. Sometimes a little perspective is good.
Not going to burden myself with obligatory patriotism today. I’ll be at the park, roller skating with my family. Remembering what’s important. As always, drop me a line if you want a postcard, no charge, no strings, and don’t forget to #Resist…
Women’s March, San Francisco.