do we love without thinking?
— ryuichi sakamoto, “war and peace”
do we love without thinking?
— ryuichi sakamoto, “war and peace”

decided to photography these great flowers boman gave us last night. it took a couple polaroids until i found the framing and focus that i wanted. this ended up being near range, full bellows, f/16 on a nikkor 210mm. hand triggered 2 seconds of exposure. it’s too bad, i couldn’t get the digital camera to meter this print well enough to accurately capture the tones. so this will have to do.
a week and change ago i went back to indiana for family stuff. my cousin nathan got married.
some things have changed. my aunt and uncle and grandparents are all moving. my cousin’s teenage years were spent in the house in edgewood, indiana. my grandparents (who now have both a computer and email account, and a cell phone) are moving to be closer to family but will spent winter months back in tucson. also, i’m now the only grandchild in the family left unmarried. :-/
some things haven’t changed. nathan’s highschool friends are all married, but they’re still all punks and goofs. some of them remembered me and my little brother, even though we haven’t really seen everybody in at least a decade. nathan’s biological father, bill, was there and he hardly recognized us. especially since tom’s grown many feet in height.
i had some time to myself in our nice hotel. i spent a little time with my brother and his wife (though not enough). i spent a good amount of time with everybody in the family. unfortunately, i didn’t have any time to spend with my own indiana friends (matt and jeff+jessica). maybe next time.
some things will change. our family tree will spread out. my cousin mary’s adorable daughter will soon be older than i remember being (when mary used to make me and tom attend her “school” classroom in her bedroom and assign us homework.)
some things won’t change. i will always be cousin jason, brother, stuart and mary’s first born, the boy who used to pen-pal write his second cousin from kentucky, and the grandson who frequently spoke spanish with my grandmother when he was little.
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