may 13

the sleepy & dark garden

(w/bsl interpretation)

It was quiet at contact when I arrived on saturday.  I had hurried, invested in a cab.  It was rainy & dark & queer up north had invested in the services of a sign language interpreter, Siobhan Rocks (& she did really rock --  for me and @ armistead maupin as well later, signing words like cock & sphincter as well as the more literary passages with grace & ease) and I wanted to be there to greet her. 

No one else was around but I got ready, turned on all the lights and picked up around the shack.  There's always vestiges of visitors from the night before, candy wrappers & footprints.  Yesterday I found a Jedi fighter on the lawn.

My first appointment was late and I asked Raph, Elle's son, if he would help me with some gardening.  I had salvaged some teapots and assorted vessels from the prop room.  He got all excited.  Then Borhan showed up, so we all got our hands dirty.  Elle & Siobhan & Salina helped too.

 

 

 

Comments

[Elle]

This was such an important thing to have done. This was the first time we'd all been together that Raph hadn't clung to me; while you were planting he grew beyond being my toddler. It seemed that you two weren't doing something new: you were reminiscing.
It felt right that I was on the outside taking pictures.