Tired, all day. Listening to Matt Epp's new album, released this month. Procured last night.

I'm sitting here, watching In The Cut and of course, my focus has shifted to words and how they feel in your mouth. The pictures that are conjured from thinking or saying a single word. Or slur them together in a puddle, swish them around to make sentences or a series of pictures.

I'm not really quite sure how image hosting is done here at Blogger, but I'll give it a shot. Here are some things that have stuck in my mind, words. Pictures.

Matt, in the living area of my studio. I like the shadow the flash cast.


Really good study of hands. Real men smoke Camels. *grin*


Zheebak and Matt, lighting each others cigarettes. Completely in the moment.



I've been fascinated with Buckley's teeth. Half the time, I call him 'teeth'. A couple of months ago, the entire bottom row of his front teeth fell out (teething time). He looked so funny, I couldn't stop running my finger over his gums. Slowly, over the past while his mouth has replaced all of his teeth. But his adult teeth are too big for his little mouth, so his front teeth now stick out like mini white shovels. So, when he's running around playing, he looks like he's grinning. And this is Buckley, trying for a nap one afternoon.


If it's me you need,
then by all means
why don't you come around.
You'll find me alone.
I dropped the paintings off at the gallery today. Relieved the choosing is over and the deed is done, I went to have eggs and toast with Chunk at Gonga's Grill, a place I found in Sudbury that serves breakfast all day. Then a ride home, where no mail waited for me.

I like the way the rain sounds in the Fall. It sounds heavier. As though it has no purpose but to land on the ground as smartly, sharply as possible. I hope it rains all night. Movie and bed time.

You'll Find Me Alone - Matt Epp.