You,

I feel so conflicted right now. Ungrateful. But not all the way. A little happy still. But I could be happier.

That's why I'm here, so I'll stop dancing. Cause I can do that all day, and I'm actually already tired of it.

That movie! I didn't know! I had heard about how good it was, but I didn't know. Thank you, Papa. That was a gift - as well as the time to watch it.

That girl. I worry a lot about her, don't I? Oh yeah, we resolved that thing yesterday. That was eye-opening. And beautiful. Thank you for how unusual that was. Thank you for the resolution and for her. The gentle beauty she brings into my life.

For the shoot last night! It fun to have created that clip. Fun to be behind the camera again. Fun to have it *look* good. Also so good to have Jeremy take over in the end.

I love you. I'm saying right now, cause I see there's more than one me, and I get to choose which one I'm giving voice to. I love you, and I'm so, so, so deeply grateful.

Thank you for all of this. Thank you.

Andrew

Blue Like Jazz

It's no slideshow with German subtitles, but it'll do.

Room 529 A Conversation With Wim Wenders from NW Film Center School of Film on Vimeo.

Held My Breath (Grateful Tuesdays #28)

For her hand it mine, mysterious, frightening, understanding, assuring. Love-bringing. True.

For waking with a smile, a sense of adventure.

For these tears.

For my companion; always leaving, always coming. I'm always lonely, always befriended. In, out. In, out. We move together. Except for when I forget how to see you, that you're there at all or that you even want to be seen.

Your thunder ravishes my being!

I ache for more!

To decide to live your needy life is to make myself very dependent on you. I'm embracing emptiness, on the off chance that you'll see fit to fill me.

For this sweater.

For a darkened room. For a teddy bear, and a blanket.

For all these images! The tiny digital squares yield and cry out. The shape of water, stone, of a woman's body cannot help but point to you.

For these new friends! First steps into a larger world...

For old friends, the hands you long ago flung around me.

For that envelope.

For getting to hold this crayon, your hand holding mine. For worlds! people! movements! that did not before exist! All these friends and echos of you surrounding me and coming from my hand.

Hold me so close. Come in so deep. I love you.

Andrew

To always grow is to always know growing pains.

To move forward is to always possibly go the wrong direction.

To make the hard call is to possibly set up for the hard apology.

Mmm... Yes please.

I just exported a picture lock cut of Unrequited.

Unrequited is wrapped!

Somehow I frequently end up using odd items for bookmarks. Most fitting right now: Seven blades of grass for Annie Dillard's The Writing Life.

Flowers are beautiful because they want something.

The mug I'm drinking from today says, ''My Dad is the Best!'' Yep. I happen to agree.

Self-discipline has its moments of startling beauty.

I hope I never forget the stars.

A black act just crossed on the sidewalk in front of me. Big, beautiful and black. Well, at least my day's been wonderful so far.

It's time...

Tarkovsky's Polaroids

Loss

How can you not love this man?

You're Here (Grateful Tuesdays #27)

Thank you for:

Beautiful, true performances.

Beautiful, observant, *sightful* shooting.

Follow shots.

Editing.

Luxury in editing.

Sofia Coppola.

My trembling heart.

Evocative, wonderful... Brave.