Hurt

  I was laid up for four days with pulled or torn Intercostal Muscles. What an adventure in pain. I used those four days at home to my advantage.

 Sure the first day was rough because I wanted to go out to take photos, and spend time with the neighborhood cats, but the second day was much easier, and by the fourth day I was ready to become a hermit.

 My favorite past-time is reading, and this downtime was perfect for finishing up one book and beginning the next. I'm trying to make up for my youth when I thought reading was stupid. Charles Bukowki is both my favorite author and poet.

  Sadly, I didn't even pick up a paint brush, and I used the excuse that it might be too painful to hold a brush outward. For the better part of a year I've been trying to finish this painting with Natasha.

I actually did want to do some painting, but I lost my train of thought. I found some discarded SEPTA Key Cards in the subway and I primed the back of them to make tiny paintings. Maybe one day.

Every day I recorded my audio diary and backed up the month to CD. I love that I started doing this.

The only photography done were the two opportunities to take photos for my Untitled Life portfolio.

During this time I dwelled on my photography and decided to return to my beginnings, my love for dark gritty photography taken with little compact cameras.. I never should have stopped but that's a discussion for another post.