Saturday, January 17, 2009


"it's going to be a long year."
he tells me this after citing all of the ailments that all of his grandparents have.
i had foolishly asked how they were doing
and after hearing all of the sad diagnoses, i wished i hadn't asked
something about saying them out loud, made it real
knowing that i had drawn an attachment with these people
i did not want to care they were suffering
but i did, i do, and now there is worry where there used to be none.
the phrase sticks with me overnight.
will this be a long year?

this morning we leave the house and it is so cold there is no temperature
we make it to new york
and head into the secret basement of ICP
we wait for his portfolio to be reviewed
he tells me he is not nervous and for a second it is convincing
i, on the other hand, am nervous, excited, proud that we are even there.
The teacher comes out and questions him on terminology i have never heard before
and i am continually surprised by his answers
i am impressed
he knows his shit.
"So photography two, it is."
they shake hands and a smile spreads across his face
the kind he can't hide and the kind that i miss
it has been a while since i've seen it
my ideas and hope for this year begin to look brighter
it may be a long year, but my baby is smiling and not even the cold can bring us down.
congratulations, handsome.


Mike said...

Thanks beautiful. Couldn't of done it without you.

Carmen said...

that's a nice one:) but isn't it "citing" not "siting"
we missed you today