AUGUST POLAROID PROJECT updated Tuesday 9.11


Every day for the month of August (actually began 7.31) I took one or two polaroids and documented information and thoughts about the subject. I have been documenting the project on my other blog, drawing on the walls.
The theme: ideas and stories of HOME.

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My AUGUST POLAROID PROJECT has been recognized by:
:: 52 Projects. They found out about my project through their flickr photo pool what's your project.
:: Mayflyhas linked to my project. She is an artist and takes lovely photos of everyday life.
:: Micasa recently linked to my AUGUST POLAROID PROJECT at my flickr.
:: Day 9 of my PROJECT is also featured on, written by Poppytalk.


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I am collecting the polaroids in book form with text, drawing, and watercolor.

blog entry here.
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Tuesday 7.31
7:13 pm
M. just milled this wood yesterday from logs we had been storing and today he stacked it.
It is a very tall 8 ft.
Today this happened at HOME.
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Wednesday 8.1
11:20 am
I missed seeing a friend off on his moving day. At least I was able to speak to him on the phone, however I missed getting a picture of his moving truck. So I took one of his old apartment. He's on to a new HOME now. See you later brother J.
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Thursday 8.2
left: 5:57 pm, right: 5:43 pm
M. and friend E. have been putting the new metal roof on our fixer upper house today. The entire construction process is one of falling down and building up; one of times of discouragement and times of encouragement.I have taken three polaroids today, testing old film with new (above). Now I'm trying to figure the LMS (light management system). Black arrow means you want less light and white arrow means you want more light?? I don't know. You know, it seems like it is something very simple but then I don't do simple. I don't do macaroni & cheese from a box because I can't follow directions.

    see the complete page with text and drawing for this polaroid here.

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Friday 8.3
4:12 pm
At what moment did Kansas become HOME?
I was realizing as we're driving through the Flint Hills of Kansas, that Kansas is my HOME. I've lived here nine years and always tell people I "live in" Kansas. Saying you're "from" Kansas is different. I think it's about time I can say "I'm from" Kansas. It's like saying it is HOME.
It's a hard transition to make, partly because I didn't see it coming. I didn't plan to live here or be from here. I didn't plan for Kansas to be HOME.

    see the complete page with text and drawing for this polaroid here.

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Saturday 8.4
7:35 pm
Saturday at HOME.
Not many words.
When I was in kindergarten, for RIF day I chose a book to keep with no words, only illustrations. The pictures told the story. The image I remember the most was a restaurant scene, and a frog was jumping out of a lady's salad as she was raising a bite to her mouth.
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Sunday 8.5
7:50 pm
We stopped at the wetlands after driving to Home Depot to buy two extra gallons of primer for my new studio. There was a turtle moving slowly underneath the algae.
Silver. reflection.
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Monday 8.6
11:06 am
My list of things to do and pack for vacation at my family's home. Along with a stack of bills.
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Day 8
Tuesday 8.7
7:22 pm
I arrived here yesterday. My home during my high school years and childhood summer vacation home. Just my parents and sister live here now.
So humid, hot, and hazy.
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Day 9
Wednesday 8.8
left: 6:20pm, right: 6:22 pm
A little girl splashed and dove under the water with her goggles on.
Mama taking us swimming at the hotel pool by her apartment in TN. We dove after pennies.
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Day 10
Thursday 8.9
left: 6:10pm, right 6:17pm
We were out riding bikes around Calibogue Cay and the sound.
My sister took the photo on the left and I took the one on the right. I was proud of her. She got down on the ground, on her back, raised her head like she was doing sit-ups to take this picture. I was watching her as she was framing her subject.
Thunder was rumbling, threatening, but not producing.
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Day 11
Friday 8.10
left: 11:20am, right: 11:34am
"Look at me with my 'Mama stance'", my sister said.
"Did you say Mama or Mom?", I said.
"Although Mom says she stands with her hands on her hips like Mama used to."
On the other side: Morning glories in the photo on the right sprawling across the hot sand. My paternal grandmother used to wake us in the morning saying in a sing-song voice "Morning glories". We would stay with them for a week or two in the summers.Today is our parents' 39th wedding anniversary.
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Day 12
Saturday 8.11
9:43 am
Saturday morning breakfast with my sister.
I see my parents and sister about twice a year. Normal occasions like breakfasts with them feel special as they are rare.
even with grape jelly.
At the beach with my sister. Her foot.
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Day 13
Sunday 8.12
left: 7:53 pm, right: 7:09 pm
My mom is sauteeing some veggies to top the pesto noodles. We made homemade vanilla ice cream today. She cut her finger on a metal can.
The ginger plant is growing in the front yard of my parent's house. My sister smelled it and said it smelled like gardenia. She smells like freesia.
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Day 14
Monday 8.13
8:09 pm
My parents walk every morning together on the golf course, and Dad will hit a few golf balls along the way. I walked with them this morning, on my last day here. A collection of golf balls, tennis balls, and shoes on the back porch.
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Day 15
Tuesday 8.14
2:43 pm
I'm back on the ground after flying from South Carolina to Kansas City, MO and on my way HOME to Kansas.
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Day 16
Wednesday 8.15
10:10 am
I have some unpacking and laundry to do, and messes to tidy up today.
The clothes are in piles as are the memories and emotions.
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Day 17
Thursday 8.16
9:52 am
I was outside this morning cutting okra, picking tomatoes, and a few straggling green beans in the hot sun. The back of my neck was itchy with sweat.
cold, wet neck. hot, dry august.
looking for moments of beauty in the late summer days.
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DAY 18
Friday 8.17
left: 1:37 pm, right: 10:03am
sometimes a mother's honesty is glaring.
glaring |ˈgle(ə)ri ng | adjective 1 [ attrib. ] giving out or reflecting a strong or dazzling light : the glaring sun.
notes: I took the photo on the right first and wasn't happy with it (when it developed) because it was so light. Then a few hours later after running errands I returned home and took the one on the left. It is in the alley by a neighbor's garage; queen anne's lace, that I look at every time M. and I go for a walk. Finally now it is browning in the late summer sun. I decided however, that I like the two together when I think about the word "glaring"; reflecting light and dazzling light.
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DAY 19
Saturday 8.18
2:36 pm
peat moss, soil, duck tape holding together the rake.
preparations for fall garden.
the green beans were here, along with the beets, onions and cucumbers.
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DAY 20
Sunday 8.19
4:35 pm
baking a fresh plum crisp, and as I took it out of the oven I looked out the window.
It's a good cloud day; a good sky day; blue.
going for a walk with my camera.
summer bugs beckoning.
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M. planted seeds in the dirt patch above today; beans, lettuce, and sugar snap peas.
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DAY 21
Monday 8.20
left: 2:53 pm, right: 11:46 am
seeds, berries, shells
Yesterday I washed the shells I've collected from multiple visits to the atlantic and added new ones. They're in a gold-rimmed bowl that belonged to M.'s grandmother.
shells=s.c. home.

sanding trim boards, dusty, sweating, today.
another nice blue sky.
summer bugs still going.
my wrist and arm are sore.
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DAY 22
Tuesday 8.21
left: 12:25 pm; right: 10:something am
tall grasses.
getting my hair cut.
A. has been cutting my hair as long as I've lived here; 9 years.

conversation review : are we so monitored as every (public) word is traceable?
hair floats to the ground like a trail of bread crumbs.
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DAY 23
Wednesday 8.22
12:45 pm
The sky is blue, like in September, and the clouds are puffy.
And boy are they moving, moving fast across the sky.
It is windy here today.
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DAY 24
Thursday 8.23
9:21 am
swish, swish, swish.
As I'm sweeping I recall a conversation M. and I had months ago about my wanting to get a dustbuster. They make so much noise he said, not like the quiet swish swish of a broom. Sometimes I sweep the floor of a morning before he's awake. We still do not have a dustbuster and now I don't really mind.
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DAY 25
Friday, 8.24
10:43 am
unusual morning.
up early, washed all of yesterday's dishes by 5:57 am.
M. out of the house by 6:15 am.
I heard the first bird singing at 6:18 am.
(now I need more coffee.)
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DAY 26
Saturday, 8.25
left: 1:30 pm, right: 11:00 am
I went to get more film and getting into my car I looked up; this is what I saw. KU in the background.
I'm watering the garden, new seeds M. planted Sunday. The beans are already 3-4 inches tall.
water sparkles.
church bell tower chimes eleven.
a car horn sounds.
a dog is barking.
crickets clicking.
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DAY 27
Sunday, 8.26
left: 7:44 pm, right: 8:15pm
On an evening stroll with M. We walk our usual route.
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DAY 28
Monday, 8.27
left: 8:00 pm, right: 8:16 pm
We walked from our house to the hardware store to get some foam brushes and stopped at the grocery store next door to it. We needed ice cream.

"They don't like you to take pictures in stores, they might make you stop", M. said.
So we thought about our ice cream selection until the aisle was empty.
"Are you ready, you're not ready", M. said.
I felt so sneaky.

Then M. took my picture "hugging" the ice cream on our walk home.

It's 10:14 now, I just finished my ice cream, with chocolate sauce, and peanuts.
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DAY 29
Tuesday, 8.28
4:31 pm
I walked through the park on the way home from work. I stopped to pick up a bar of sage soap at au marche along the way, we've been using little bits of soap for several days.
I could have taken a photo of the limestone courthouse building with the rose bushes in bloom in front, the splashing fountain (like a photographer was doing), the gazebo that is popular for weddings and outdoor concerts, the homeless man asleep on the bench, or the girl sitting pretzel style in the grass reading, but I took a polaroid of these trees and their shadows.
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DAY 30
Wednesday, 8.29
left: 4:00 pm, right: 4:26 pm
items I saw walking home this afternoon from work, in two separate locations.
hiding. exposed.
no longer wanted.
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DAY 31
Thursday, 8.30
5:40 pm
one more day.
I'm looking forward to putting all the pieces together and hope to work on that some during this long weekend.
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DAY 32
Friday, 8.31
6:06 pm
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