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Archive for October 2011 – Page 2

Monday Thoughts

At the end of every day.

At the end of every day I live my life alone. Regardless of who may be within these walls, I face myself alone.

Alone with my joy. Alone with my sorrow. Alone with my triumphs. Alone with my mistakes. At the end of every day I only have myself to sleep with. Peacefully or restlessly. When all the people and things that have filled my day are lost in sleep, I am left with myself. When I’ve laid aside their hopes and dreams, I’m left looking at  my own. Squarely in the face. With no interruption. No masking. No distraction.

At the end of every day, what do I see? How do I cope with myself once all the other coping is finally tucked into bed? Am I proud? Am I content? Am I filled with joy and peace? At the end of every day I live my life alone. I face the realities my own life alone. I can’t live squandering it. And still know I’ve lived.

field trip . Reform Presbyterian Cemetery

Last Friday I decided to take a little field trip away from my project schedule. From time to time, my camera and I go on a letters-and-numbers hunt. It’s a little habit I started back in college, and I simply enjoy documenting the written word or cypher (whether chiseled or brushed) wherever I find it.

For this hunt, I decided to visit the Reform Presbyterian Cemetery here in Starkville. This small plot of circa 1840 is wedged in between the bustle of University Drive and MS Hwy 182 — to be more precise, between the Halfway House bar and a Texaco station. It’s an odd little pocket of history in the middle of college town central. And, although the cemetery is in disrepair and many of the monuments are broken down and markings faded, I was curious to re-visit it.

Cemeteries always offer a wealth of letters and numbers — specifically, poignant but concise commentaries. Pair that possibility with fading marble, the crunch of last year’s autumn leaves, and a cool October afternoon, and you have the makings of a ripe field trip. While I try not to frequent cemeteries that often, the simple shapes of this aged one offered the week an opportunity for cool and quiet reflection. So, I thought I’d give you a first glimpse of the details I discovered.

Since I know I’ll share images of letters and numbers in future posts, I’ll simply add one to this opening collection. This mark is actually a joint where two pieces of now-broken marble were meant to connect. I couldn’t help but see the equal sign and recognize that in this place, although the engravings may differentiate between persons, a cemetery itself is the great equalizer.

inspired by . Indian Corn

The kids and I have adorned the front porch light with Indian corn in our yearly penchant for harvest fun. I couldn’t help but snap a few pics before we hung it because I just love the cacophony of color in the kernels and husks. As inspiration often goes, as soon as I looked back at the photos the other day, I began to see similar images everywhere — the pushed together combination of colors and shapes, the haphazard grid, the rugged geometry. Here are a couple of the indian corn-esque designs inspiring me on this Thursday.

Inspiring designs: Jackson Pollacks No. 8 Remixed giclee print by Graphic Nothing | “Flume” cowhide rug design by Kyle Bunting | Original illustration print by Little Things Studio (from Mississippi! and the maker of my FIRST 2012 calendar purchase — stay tuned!)

favorite things . Dire Warnings

I absolutely love these 5 x 7″ letterpress prints from Tag Team Tompkins. Dire Warnings. Ha! It just makes me smile, and how about those clever silhouettes? One of each, please.

photo 101111 . Autumn’s Speckletone

Autumn comes very gradually here in Mississippi, giving us a speckled transition from summertime. What colors are you seeing today?

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