From my great aunty’s silverware box, I have decided to clean the old “silver” and use some of the pieces for the study of light and still-life photography. A little battered, and the silver a little thin in spots these old spoons have a delicate curve. Building a mini home studio that favors the light of my east-facing windows, was one challenge, the next was to find an angle that was not full of reflections.
Dan Albergotti’s poem has me thinking of all the things I can do in my home;
“Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale”
Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days.
Lookup for blue sky through the spout. Make small fires
with the broken hulls of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals. Call old friends, and listen for echoes of distant voices. Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way for the dim glow of light. Work on your reports. Review each of your life’s ten million choices. Endure moments of self-loathing. Find the evidence of those before you. Destroy it. Try to be very quiet, and listen for the sound
of gears and moving water. Listen for the sound of your heart.
Be thankful that you are here, swallowed with all hope,
where you can rest and wait. Be nostalgic. Think of all
the things you did and could have done. Remember
treading water in the center of the still night sea, your toes
pointing again and again down, down into the black depths.
—Dan Albergotti, The Boatloads
I think I am somewhere between listening for the sound of my heart and being nostalgic but moving on to thinking of all the things I am going to do, that I can do. Where might you be at this time? I would love to hear from you.