Day 23: Wayne

is a volunteer who helps clear the trails in Connecticut area parks. I was at a lake, enjoying the water in what promises to be one of the last days of summer, when I returned to the parking lot and could not turn away from this beam of light dressed in hot pink. He was sitting at the edge of his car trunk, and in front of him was a huge hiking pack filled with unusual objects: saws, pickaxes...things like that. Well, and Wayne was stunning and told me all about the trails - he knew where the trees had fallen and everything.

Day 22: Joel

gave my bike a tune-up. He was sitting quietly in the shade. He is, after all, a "Shade Tree Mechanic", as advertised on his handy-dandy cart. He is a Goatville Mechanic (that makes me smile), and in an hour my bike was awesomely tuned. No more squeaky brakes or slow, heavy pedaling. It's a miracle! And Joel is super sweet. His daughter is a photographer. She's working on photos of folks sleeping in the New York City subways. That's lot of film.




Oh, and the weirdest thing happened. I left my house with a postcard in hand, and lo and behold, when I went to leave it...it was gone! Disappeared! No longer there!

So, I walked back home and got another postcard, carefully surveying the streets to see if I had dropped the first one somewhere, but I think someone picked it up. I didn't even get a photo of it! Here's the second one, which I left daintily propped in the ivy.

I guess you lose some and you win some...

Day 21: Cuz

I didn't feel like it. Cuz today...



And for once, I didn't forget the postcard! It's poetic, enit? Almost like a postcard within a postcard.

Nicole

I hope this note finds you well. I can't believe I didn't send these images earlier-- but I got your wonderful package in the mail and made some art (with a little help from Myala). I'm sending along the electronic stuff, but we made some physical stuff, too.

Day 20: Germaine

Germaine looks soooo happy. Ha ha ha. He's cracking me up and it's hours later.

I left the postcards in my bag, despite the rain, and left Georgia's flower for someone.

Irmary

Como parte de este proyecto recibi un abaco. No me sorprendio. Claramente necesitaba meditar en las multiples maneras en que cuantificamos nuestra vida cotidiana, nuestra fe en la ciencia, la manera en que entendemos el tiempo, la relacion entre el pasado, presente, futuro.

Gracias por darme la oportunidad de producir algo fuera del medio academico, sin las herramientas a las que estoy acostumbrada. Irmary

Day 19: Callen

Just at the moment where I was having an internal dialogue with myself about how to think/talk/be about the randomness of folks I take photos with, I went up to Callen. She promptly asked me,

"Why did you pick me?"

The universe has a hilarious sense of humour.

"It's totally random."

The truth is, it is. I basically spend most of the day going about my business and then at some point, completely random (and I don't wear a watch, so often, I have no idea what time it is), I realize that it's time. And then, I spend a few minutes winding myself up to ask someone, and then...I just do. It's like how you might decide to wear the purple hoodie instead of the green one - you just do.

In moments of desperation, I have to work up to asking multiple people. Then it's multiple random instances.

Here's a question for The Math People (they are special): what is the probability of taking a photo with a random stranger in a random city in a random moment in time?

In any case, this was my photo with Callen. Thanks Callen!

BTW: I suck! Day 2 without a postcard. I just put the whole lot in my backpack so that tomorrow, I won't forget.