Sunday, May 31, 2015

Good Morning Jessicca...

Letter to my Daughter
Sunday, 31 May


Jessicca




The fountain looks like an erasure.  Isolating the faces from anything extraneous seemed more important.  Other oddities go on here, as well.  Attractive women and yet there are annoyances.  It’s not so much a battle of the sexes as it is two people making a commitment to live together forever.  That kind of arrangement requires a powerful elixir.   But, yes - sex is a powerful undertow.  We still don’t appreciate how much it directs our lives.




What are they doing?  There’s geometry everywhere but I’m wondering what’s happening atop that table.  The wheelchair provides the only circle.  It’s a workday downtown so I feel lucky to isolate all this severe black and white spread in a large public space.  He seems to be explaining while pointing at something; or is he scrolling his smart phone while the other guy reads the paper; maybe they’re just idly using their hands while talking.  I like the slabs stacked like dominoes.




The woman on the left is playing a harmonica as she marches her parents to the car.




I don’t care what you’re doing.  You’re going to be interesting.  It’s do-si-do when the traffic caller yells, “grab your partner and head upstream.”




You gotta love late afternoon light.  Here’s one of those tell it like it is conversations happening between these two.  The woman pushing the stroller is listening intent.  She’s hearing something she’s heard before but now she’s listening – a life experience has given what she hears new meaning.

Enjoy your youth.

Love,
          Dad



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