Friday, September 4, 2009


My body could stand the crutches but my mind couldn't stand the sideline.
- Michael Jordan

I am almost one week past breaking my foot. That is the good news I suppose. The bad news, though, is I have at least three weeks to go before I can put weight back on my foot. Then about two more weeks with my ankle locked out by a boot.

I also feel like I am missing out on a bunch of things. Getting prints ready for the community show is going to be hard. My method of carving up foam board involves crawling all over the floor scoring board with a knife. I came across this interesting project for our deployed soldiers. It seems almost tailored to what I want to do right now. I'm not mobile enough to participate. I feel like I'm watching when I want to be doing. Even that isn't going so well. I can't watch Football right. What fun is Football when you can't stand up and cover your face in shame when your team messes something up? I could switch to yelling at the referees but that feels pointless, they can't hear me.

There are things to be grateful for though. Its funny, the first time you hear of a broken bone you think, dang that must hurt. But, surprisingly, no. I've had monster paper-cuts that still make me recoil thinking about the searing white that shot up my arm. Thinking about the moment my foot snapped does not create feelings like that. I'm mostly angry I can't walk. It is a little unnerving remember what it sounded like, but, sound has doesn't hurt.

People are stepping in to help me. I don't take this for granted.

I also think I see the chain of events that seemed to require a bit of prodding to get started. I don't like being the wick to the powder-keg, but so be it, no one asked me.

Pictures here were almost taken in the light I wanted. It was subdued in the 10 minutes it took me to gather up my camera after I saw it. I still have the basic feel and idea I wanted, but I was unable to dial in the amount of aperture I feel the picture needs. The back highlight is provided by light reflecting off the sink. Pretty sweet, no?

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