not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

spring, fresh starts

are we beginning now?
oh, we're beginning.


my son sat beside me while i worked on this photograph. 
somehow that just makes sense.
he's stuttering again lately.
stuttered when he was two and went through
a mind shift, a turbulent time of learning.
he's stuttering again. 
i wait patiently.  he's sensitive to change.
the world is moving so quickly by him.
i wait for him to catch up.

"h-hhhow did you get this picture like this?" he asks me.
"i shot through glass.  see this?  it's a streak of light."
"you really know what you're doing mom, don't you?"
"son, i haven't the foggiest.  i just keep trying."