Tuesday, June 18, 2013
The rain.
Fridman carried Dylan all the way backstage because of the rain, the rain, the rain.
The water.
We headed for the beach after school and practice. Driving along the bridge to Long Beach Island everything became white with fog. We enjoyed about ten minutes of watching a strong surf lost in the fog and the kids dodging it, the sound of sirens from invisible vessels at sea slightly sinister, before it started raining.
It's near intermission in the second show and it hasn't stopped. The entrance got so flooded it had to be moved to another point of the tent. The first show was halfway empty but the second one is full.
The remains of the day (leaving New Oxford.)
June 17, Lakehurst.
Leaving New Oxford, Pennsylvania, two weeks ago, there was the trace of the ring on the ground, and nothing else. The field was empty, it was raining and everything was bathed in quiet darkness, and in the forlorn morning the shavings were all that was and is not anymore, the trace of Time etched on the gravel as if by a disconcerted artist, who upped and left its work not even begun, just traced.
I took the picture leaving the lot, asking the guys to wait a bit on our way out, and forgot about it. I don't know why I remembered last night, and went digging for it.
I took the picture leaving the lot, asking the guys to wait a bit on our way out, and forgot about it. I don't know why I remembered last night, and went digging for it.
Monday, June 17, 2013
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Back to mud.
June 14, Carteret.
There was rain on and off all day, and as a result, but also because of traffic, we jumped at night again, a longer jump this time, and still the rain, and the construction on the Turnpike. When we arrived everybody was backed up on the parking lot, for the generator truck had gotten stuck in the soggy grass field, and where we stopped is where we spent the night.
Even though the severe weather never materialized for us in Browns-Mills yesterday the rain was ongoing and at times heavy, and setting up the tent here this morning was the expected muddy mess, and then some. The city ended up hauling in dry dirt to make a clean entry for the public. We didn't practice as the tent crew were still working by mid-day bringing the bleachers in.
Circus work and then some.
There was rain on and off all day, and as a result, but also because of traffic, we jumped at night again, a longer jump this time, and still the rain, and the construction on the Turnpike. When we arrived everybody was backed up on the parking lot, for the generator truck had gotten stuck in the soggy grass field, and where we stopped is where we spent the night.
Even though the severe weather never materialized for us in Browns-Mills yesterday the rain was ongoing and at times heavy, and setting up the tent here this morning was the expected muddy mess, and then some. The city ended up hauling in dry dirt to make a clean entry for the public. We didn't practice as the tent crew were still working by mid-day bringing the bleachers in.
Circus work and then some.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Night move.
June 13, Browns Mills.
We jumped last night because of a forecast of heavy rains and severe storms that in the end hit us only this morning (but with a vengeance.)
There is a Dunkin Donuts down the street; we went for breakfast. I'm heading to the laundromat next door later on today too.
We jumped last night because of a forecast of heavy rains and severe storms that in the end hit us only this morning (but with a vengeance.)
There is a Dunkin Donuts down the street; we went for breakfast. I'm heading to the laundromat next door later on today too.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Coming of age.
June 12, Clayton.
I had the Rosales family pose the same way in 2008, when Gerard was still a boy. Look at him now.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Dylan's debut.
June 11, Bridgeton.
Dylan made his debut today in his father's act.
We were wretchedly nervous; he was fine.
Dylan made his debut today in his father's act.
We were wretchedly nervous; he was fine.
Sunday, June 09, 2013
The unexpected.
Time, a wild chase after time in a yearning to hug it to a halt, cruelest of ideas, the sense of time, the ephemeral circus of life, I have been struggling to find the heart of my work and it was right in front of me.
Time.
I don't' know why I wanted to add this to a picture of Rebecca I took yesterday, but the fraction of a second when she closed her eyes struck me as what I should see in my mind when I think of time, and memory.
Appreciation.
June 9, Havre de Grace.
Big lunch offered by the Circus Fans Association of America, Tent 178, today in the cookhouse. Thank you!
Big lunch offered by the Circus Fans Association of America, Tent 178, today in the cookhouse. Thank you!
Friday, June 07, 2013
Drenched.
Tropical storm Andrea has been drenching us too and Marshall has to hold an umbrella all show long to protect the music computer, and himself with it, as the tent is showing some wear.
Strawberry angels.
June 7, New Oxford.
A small neatly tied sheaf of strawberry shoots and fruits was nestled in the lush foliage of my strawberry plant this morning, hidden were it not for the bright red of the fruits, awaiting but my awakening.
I have been wondering about the apparition all day long.
The delicious red of the tiny fruit was matched by the string that tied them up.
A small neatly tied sheaf of strawberry shoots and fruits was nestled in the lush foliage of my strawberry plant this morning, hidden were it not for the bright red of the fruits, awaiting but my awakening.
I have been wondering about the apparition all day long.
The delicious red of the tiny fruit was matched by the string that tied them up.
A cake and a song.
June 6, Hagerstown.
We celebrated Fridman's birthday after the shows, with a lemon cake and a song, and it was good.
We celebrated Fridman's birthday after the shows, with a lemon cake and a song, and it was good.
Thursday, June 06, 2013
Wednesday, June 05, 2013
Christian (circus portrait series.)
Christian asked me to take a picture of him with the new suit he bought at the thrift store.
Into the east.
June 4, Olney.
We've made our entry into the East Coast with our annual stop in Olney for two days, and we are still on the same beautiful lot as always, even though it looked like it was slated for development last year. The old, dizzyingly tall trees ringing the tent are as just as majestic as I remember them, and more, for there is my tree passion freshly renewed, and so this already looks like the circus season of the trees, after the seasons of the historic houses. I find myself looking up everywhere I go, trying to identify the trees, and giving them silent reverence. We are not parked as well as the years before though, when it felt as if we had our own private yard under the canopy to settle under for a morning coffee.
The traffic was horrible on the jump this morning, and I found myself madly gripping the stirring wheel for two hour straight. We made our annual trip to the thrift store on the lot after home school and got more books, and the perfect white shirts to finish off what I had already found at other thrift stores for Dylan and Nicolas wardrobe.
We've made our entry into the East Coast with our annual stop in Olney for two days, and we are still on the same beautiful lot as always, even though it looked like it was slated for development last year. The old, dizzyingly tall trees ringing the tent are as just as majestic as I remember them, and more, for there is my tree passion freshly renewed, and so this already looks like the circus season of the trees, after the seasons of the historic houses. I find myself looking up everywhere I go, trying to identify the trees, and giving them silent reverence. We are not parked as well as the years before though, when it felt as if we had our own private yard under the canopy to settle under for a morning coffee.
The traffic was horrible on the jump this morning, and I found myself madly gripping the stirring wheel for two hour straight. We made our annual trip to the thrift store on the lot after home school and got more books, and the perfect white shirts to finish off what I had already found at other thrift stores for Dylan and Nicolas wardrobe.
Monday, June 03, 2013
Sunday, June 02, 2013
Luck and a deck of cards.
June 1, Petersburg.
Another river nearby, and the chance to cool off again.
It's hotter than yesterday, ripe for a storm. Garage sales again, and better luck although we didn't find much but were given free things at each three sales we stopped at (an old Pentax camera, a deck of cards in a leather pouch, rain ponchos and garden gloves). The law of series once conveniently demonstrated.
Another river nearby, and the chance to cool off again.
It's hotter than yesterday, ripe for a storm. Garage sales again, and better luck although we didn't find much but were given free things at each three sales we stopped at (an old Pentax camera, a deck of cards in a leather pouch, rain ponchos and garden gloves). The law of series once conveniently demonstrated.
Early call.
May 31, Cumberland.
A five in the morning call and a short jump, so we're on the lot early (this is a new town, at least for us) and we're off to roam garage sales at eight o'clock, only to return empty handed. The Shriners, our sponsor here, gave the kids a train ride around the lot, but it had to go back and forth on only half the tracks because of the electric cables stretched across the way here and there. The train traveled along a river and I took Dylan and Nicolas there to cool off.
A five in the morning call and a short jump, so we're on the lot early (this is a new town, at least for us) and we're off to roam garage sales at eight o'clock, only to return empty handed. The Shriners, our sponsor here, gave the kids a train ride around the lot, but it had to go back and forth on only half the tracks because of the electric cables stretched across the way here and there. The train traveled along a river and I took Dylan and Nicolas there to cool off.
The joy of the Joels.
May 29, Mannington.
I went to see my friend Joel and was enthralled by another lovely soul, his seven-year-old son.
Joel underwent a liver transplant last October and has been recuperating, complications and drugs and drug withdrawal making life difficult but, life itself, after so many years waiting and getting sicker and weaker, Joel is alive, he made it, and his life has touched so many of us that there is literally an army of Joel's friends out there, and I am proud of counting myself one.
It was so nice to see him again, and see him getting back into life, his humor and wit intact, hah!, it's always so good to see Joel.
I went to see my friend Joel and was enthralled by another lovely soul, his seven-year-old son.
Joel underwent a liver transplant last October and has been recuperating, complications and drugs and drug withdrawal making life difficult but, life itself, after so many years waiting and getting sicker and weaker, Joel is alive, he made it, and his life has touched so many of us that there is literally an army of Joel's friends out there, and I am proud of counting myself one.
It was so nice to see him again, and see him getting back into life, his humor and wit intact, hah!, it's always so good to see Joel.
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