Someone, somewhere yesterday – in letting me know that my site was down (oops) – asked me why I no longer post poetry on the site, why I’m so camera-shy, and suggested that lovely as the child is, I’d veered into a bit of a rut, topically, and there must be more to my life than …
Well! Yes, I am both camera-shy and cross-eyed and I wield the camera in this family, my friend, so there’s just no turning the lens on me if I can help it. But, I have caved a bit and included some shots of John and me among the random header images – so there you have it. And, I know that one of these is really, quite terribly old, but it was taken very early on one of many beautiful mornings out at our little Estouteville cottage near Charlottesville by my most-favorite photographer (Corey Jo!) right around the time I began to fall hard for the husband-who-would-be-some-many-years-later, and it sort of makes my heart race and I like that, so suffer through it.
As for poetry – oh my! How can you look at that little face and think there’s no longer poetry on the site! I think I just need for my eyes to become accustomed to this so-bright young thing before I can focus on words that take away my breath once again, but those dear post-classic modernist pre-Beat era voices will be back again, I promise. What do you think I read to the little one every night, hmmm? Nothin’ but pop-up versions of Neruda and Rexroth for my baby, of course.