Lost and found and edited.

There’s a certain quiet.
Not crickets.
Or the rain.
Or traffic on an otherwise empty street.

Pulling over for a casket entourage.


“Play me a song,” he used to say and he’d close his eyes to listen.

His body lightly laid on a small mound of pillows and freshly washed sheets; whiskers purring at his limbs.

They were never very good.

The songs.


Listen.


When friends edge themselves between parentheses and steadily saunter toward ellipses.



I discovered these little bits of writing in a draft post on a 2009 blog I never launched.

(How many of those do you think there are out there — blogs that die before they’re born — ? I imagine a digital blog cemetery floating about in the digital ether somewhere.)

I edited the text a bit and divided it into four little bits o’ writing. I don’t recall if I wrote it all in one sitting or over time but it made sense to make those edits.

Do you have unfinished or half-baked draft posts or pages?

What little surprises have you found?

The process part of process.

I’ve been thinking a lot about process. but haven’t actually been paying attention to the processes in my life.

After posting a digitally-altered image on .@Instagram, I usually –snap– realize I forgot (again) to include the original image.

[Unless it’s an grammatical or spelling error I notice,

I decide to LET whatever else I post — GO.]

But(!) I remembered this time!

Here’s a collection of in-process images from final product to the original I started with. In other words, it’s in reverse-chronological order. 😉


Shot on a Canon DSL-R my sweet brother, Tony (AKA Anton), lent to me for this shoot in the basement of Temple Billiards in Seattle, WA.

The shoot was with a friend, the ferociously beautiful and playfully innocent Seattle burlesque dancer, Bridgette St. James. Catch her on Instagram .@bridgette_st_james or FB!

The final product was created using .@trigraphyapp .@enlightphotofox and stock digital alterations via .@Instagram