Nicolai loves books. He has always loved books. The only obstacle in his way is that he doesn't know how to read yet, but that doesn't seem to stop him.
Another Christmas dinner at my good friend Roddy's house. It usually starts out as a small affair, but Roddy always ends up inviting enough people that will fit around his large table. So there was ample food, drink, and good conversation. Merry Christmas Roddy!
We drove around the "new" part of Louisville/Superior looking for a place to have coffee before we went to the movies. This part of town is filled with chain restaurants with a few local businesses thrown in the mix. We attempted to go to one of the local coffee shops,only to discover that both have recently gone out of business. Our last resort has turned into the only option....depressing.
Today we had lunch at a popular sushi restaurant in Boulder. I have many fond memories in this restaurant. One in particular I shared with Nicolai as we were eating today. When he was a few months old I went to lunch with my good friends Andrea, Roddy, and Cori. I don't know why, but I remember the meal very well. Maybe because my new baby slept soundly as we munched on sushi. Today I sat in the exact same spot where I sat approximately 5 years ago but this time my son munched on sushi with me.
I spent the day grading at the University. My last day in the temporary building is now marked by my reflection sitting in the bathroom stall. How poignant.
Nicolai is at an interesting stage where he has these moments of independence and then the complete opposite occurs and he wants everything done for him. For example, he told me he couldn't remove the peel from the half piece of banana I gave him the other night. I just have to laugh and remember that this too shall pass.
My friend Roddy is doing a series of images of people's hands with his iPhone. He photographed my hand for his project and I photographed his hand photographing my hand for mine.
I have an obsession with looking at bare branches against the sky. I am constantly photographing them or thinking about photographing them when I see something that catches my eye. I am not sure where this obsession came from, but I find it interesting because before this project I never thought about them much.
Making aebleskivers on a Sunday morning is a tradition in our house, but not one we partake in very often. I was first introduced to these little dough balls while I was in grad school. So every time we make them I am reminded of that bitter sweet time in my life.
I talked about a Tibetan painting my dad sent to us awhile back. On the backside of this painting are hand prints which we have been told were blessings from the Buddhist priests. Today Nicolai blessed the backside of his own paintings.
This is a photograph of a photograph that I have on the wall of my bedroom. I tell my students that art has an amazing ability to change their lives as it changed mine. I often wonder what I would be doing if I hadn't made this photograph. But my question for the day is how will the new photograph of the old photograph lead me to tomorrow?
I went to the University tonight to get a little work done and outside the entrance was a note. It made me laugh. We are in the process of moving out of our temporary art building into a massive new one. I can only imagine what the next occupants will be thinking about the art department as they begin to move in and see how the place has been modified. Artists always get a bad wrap.
Every night it is the same routine: put on pj's, have a snack, brush teeth, go pee, pick out books, read, lights out. And just about every night it is a major hassle with Nicolai. So we have started the routine a little earlier and it has helped, but there are still problems. It's driving us a little crazy. Perhaps we need to change the routine?
So I am working on changing my life.I have been projecting into the universe that something new needs to happen...a new direction that is based on what I have already been working towards. It's interesting how time felt so different when I was younger. The days seemed to meander, but now I feel like I am about to run a marathon that I have been training for for the last 10 years. It's a different mind set. I am putting on my running shoes now.
I always feel a bit sad when I have to take the last bite of something that tastes really good. I am working on slowing down my consumption process to delay this feeling and perhaps avoid it completely. I tell Nicolai to savor his "special treats" so they last longer, and amazingly he does. I need to take my own advice.
Life has really been a roller coaster lately. Some wonderfully exciting things are shaping up on the horizon and then there's some really sad family stuff all rolled into one juicy package called life. I made this image today and it re-energized me for whatever is in store. I hadn't made an image in awhile that reminded me as to why I am doing this project. Some days it just feels like yet another thing to do before the end of the day. Thanks to my son and a piece of folded paper, my attitude changed.
Today was my last day commuting to Denver to teach two intro photo classes. I had to stay late to finish grading and cleaning...it was a 12 hour day for me. I left my house while it was still dark in the a.m. and returned in the dark in the p.m.. I was really dreading my commute, but it turned into a lovely quite time to just sit and stare out the window or people watch. So I will actually miss the twice a week journey. Who would have thought!
I remember gazing into the candy machines at the grocery store as a kid filled with desire for what was just out of reach. I see that same longing in my son's eyes as we pass by the gum ball machine in the entryway of our favorite Vietnamese restaurant. He's lucky if I happen to have a quarter on me, but more often than not, I don't have one or I just don't want him to have the sugar. But when he does get one, he is totally blissed out.
Nicolai and I read a book about how babies are made and from that day forward sprouts were referred to as sperm. It's fine to talk like this around the house. I am one of those parents that believes in using the correct terms for body parts and bodily functions but when at a restaurant it can become a little awkward. But I have to admit, he has a point.
Nicolai has a cold and a cough so we stayed home today playing games: Candy Land, Shoots and Ladders, Mancala, Animal Rummy. We played and played and played while drinking tea and watching the snow fall outside.
I turned 39 on May 7th, 2009. I am documenting my 40th year of life by photographing everyday and posting it on this blog. Each day will in some way reference the previous day's image either visually or conceptually. The project will end on my 40th birthday.