Simple bits

Mostly it's the heat. It pervades every aspect of our lives this season, including time.

For instance, where do the weeks go?

They disappear in a fuzzy sort of slow -motion blur, leaving me with glimpses, like the ones you get through cars of a passing train.

Orion evading camera capture while simultaneously creating room chaos.

Orion, Ben, Matthew and Aubrey on her birthday. And cake.

Alison, and her baby, who exists in his own world. We can only speculate on that one, but the guesses are intriguing. He lives in a consciousness we can only imagine. I wonder how he's enjoying the Comic Con...

Pete tosses Orion and hangs more shades. I make art and take photos. The temperatures are 98 degress F at night. Fans are always blowing.

On Tuesday the pool guy didn't show. By Thursday our backyard had become Green Slime Pond. Yesterday it was transformed into a noxious bleach-smelling horror. Today it looks more inviting, but we won't trust it until Monday.
In this heat and humidity, things go bad very quickly. So we stay inside and play games and watch the debates on C-Span, or go downtown and walk through the misters on Palm Canyon.

I'm reading lots of Larry Niven. Exploring images for Strange Light.

Orion in his own world too. I sometimes believe I can see into it, but probably I can no more understand his vision than that of Alison's baby.

But again the glimpses. I like the glimpses.

And I do like my cameras.



Summer seems to be about moving too slowly, thinking too much. It's a fugue state and as such, is better accepted and cooperated with than fought against. It's a reminder that time is not a constant.

It, like a bout of the blues, like the flu, goes on and on until we think it will never end. Just as we accept it as permanent, the winds change, a fresh breeze blows through and we wake in time to harvest all the ideas soaked up during blistering days and midnights underwater.

I can think of it as a sort of incubation. That might work. I'll let you know.

Hope your summer is going well.