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that's my bag, baby {8/9/14}

Kelley Clink

This week's prompt is In My Bag. The idea is to unpack your purse/laptop case/briefcase/whatever on a flat surface and lay out the contents. Added bonus: it forces you to clean out two pounds worth of receipts and used tissues.

From the left, clockwise:

-a light cardigan. Always.
-my business cards. Not that I ever give them to anyone.
-four kinds of lip balm??
-two pens: one black ink, one blue
-a travel size notebook in case inspiration (or a grocery list) strikes
-what my husband calls my "old lady" wallet
-my actual bag (by Mosey)
-sunglasses. Scratched, because I never put them in that pouch
-my "old lady" pill case
-an Olloclip
-funky glasses case, minus glasses
-a pendant made from my dog's ashes, because I feel better when she is with me
-two fertility totems
-headphones
-a book. Always. Right now it is The Opposite of Loneliness. And damn y'all, it's good.

*not pictured: the aforementioned two pounds of receipts and used tissues, 8 barrettes, 3 bobby pins, 2 headbands, 3 sets of keys, and my phone.


today is…{8/7/14}

Kelley Clink

cleaning up dog vomit before 7am
Buddhism for breakfast
public trans
cafe tables, alley-side
that random aloe plant while walking home

 

increase {8/5/14}

Kelley Clink

When I saw that today's prompt was Three, the photo I wanted to take instantly popped into my mind. It was followed by this thought: You can't do that. That's what normal pregnant people do.

This may sound strange, but even at seven months pregnant I still feel infertile. And from what I've heard from others, I will for a long time. That pain, that longing, that fear, that jealousy and resentment--I think (I hope) it will fade into a memory someday. But right now it is lodged in my body as deeply as my son is. A live thing that kicks, twists, and punches right alongside him.

And yet there is still so much room for joy. I've denied it because I am afraid I don't deserve it. I'm afraid that if I embrace it, it will disappear. Life is so damn fragile. It's uncertain, unstable, ever-shifting. You can lose everything in a single second. And when I think about it like that, it seems silly not to celebrate the moment.

He didn't come as quickly as I wanted him to. He sure as hell didn't come as easily. But he is coming. He is almost here.  

rhymes with nothing {8/4/14}

Kelley Clink

So I've kind of inadvertently ended up following the August Break prompts for the last two days--pattern and window--and it got me thinking I might just give this whole "assignment" thing a try. Today's prompt was orange

Fun fact: I have read all but one of these books. Feel free to take a guess which one I passed on. (The bottom two are hard to see, so I will help you out by telling you it's neither of those.)


pattern {8/2/14}

Kelley Clink

The August Break comes with a list of prompts for each daily photo. It is certainly not required that you follow the prompts--they're just there to help if you need inspiration. I normally don't follow prompts, as my shooting style is more spontaneous. I feel like if I go out into the world looking for something specific, I won't see what wants to be seen.

But a trip to the farmer's market this morning dovetailed nicely with today's prompt: pattern.

summahtime {7/31/14}

Kelley Clink

In the introduction to A Dream of Summer: Poems for the Senuous Season, Mary Oliver writes "the heat makes of neighborhood a genuine thing, people are out on lawns or porches; they are exhausted, happy, beneficent, less ambitious than in any other season, and they are full of the beautiful cloudy stuff of dreams." She calls summer a slow season, languid, when nothing in nature is hurried or rushed. 

I remember this, vaguely, from childhood. Days that stretched well past bedtime. Fields bursting with wildflowers that bobbed in the breeze. Stacks of library books on my bedroom floor. Lingering in front of the open freezer door after grabbing a popsicle. Bare feet and bicycles. Nothing to do, nowhere to be. 

The times, they have a-changed.

Part of this is adulthood, the never-ending flood of responsibility that rushes at the same breakneck pace irrespective of seasonal rhythms. Part of this is living in Chicago, a city that seizes summer like prey, devouring and draining every last drop before the polar vortex returns. Most of this is the fact that I am publishing a book and having a baby at the same time. 

Hey, I'm not complaining. Sure, it would be nice to lay in a hammock for three months with some kind of fruity drink and the 8th through 20th Harry Potter books (a girl can dream), but this whirlwind summer will go down in my record books as one of the best. I only wish I had more time (and energy) to write about it. 

Cue the August Break! Last year I participated in this fantastic challenge orchestrated by Susannah Conway, and I'm looking forward to doing it again. Between preparing for book and baby, I haven't had a lot of time to shoot, so picking up my camera again will be a welcome outlet. I'm also hoping that words will accompany some of these images. The break starts tomorrow!! Stick with me this August and you'll undoubtedly get a peek at Kelley's Summer 2014: Warp Speed.

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