My day begins much like it ends; peacefully asleep.
i awake at 2:30am to the sound of my son Yuune’s voice; a gentle-half sleeping cry. Aya and i change his diaper, Aya nurses him, and the three of us drift back off to sleep.
5:30am; Yuune’s gentle cry returns. Recently he always wakes up at this time, we call it his “prime-time.” i change his diaper. He thanks me with a smile and a giggle. i sit and marvel at his face, his hands, his feet, his tummy, his smile, his voice. The sun begins to rise; the sky a beautiful arrangement of dark blues and subtle yellows. He smiles at me, laughs and giggles more, we play together; i kiss his tummy and tickle him. His laughter makes me feel like crying, like I am being ambushed with love and joy. He starts to cry and Aya wakes up to nurse Yuune again. The three of us lay in bed and drift off to sleep, again.
I wake up again around 7:30am to Yuune crying. Aya and my mother are already up. I awaken. Stand up. My feet take a step from the futon of my previous slumber to the tatami mats of our bedroom, and my day continues...
5:30am; Yuune’s gentle cry returns. Recently he always wakes up at this time, we call it his “prime-time.” i change his diaper. He thanks me with a smile and a giggle. i sit and marvel at his face, his hands, his feet, his tummy, his smile, his voice. The sun begins to rise; the sky a beautiful arrangement of dark blues and subtle yellows. He smiles at me, laughs and giggles more, we play together; i kiss his tummy and tickle him. His laughter makes me feel like crying, like I am being ambushed with love and joy. He starts to cry and Aya wakes up to nurse Yuune again. The three of us lay in bed and drift off to sleep, again.
I wake up again around 7:30am to Yuune crying. Aya and my mother are already up. I awaken. Stand up. My feet take a step from the futon of my previous slumber to the tatami mats of our bedroom, and my day continues...
(Follow this link to view a slide show of the rest of my day. All of the slides should have comments, but if you don't see any, click the options link and check the 'always show titles and descriptions' box.)
By the way, Cheers to Life!!
6 comments:
You've got some pretty sexy feet Robert, big too =) I'm loving that story of Yuune waking ever couple of hours. Wow, what a beautiful time you three!
Is there a significance for you to 68... or to Footsteps / feet? I know what I get out to it and would like to say, but thought to ask if you want to talk about it first?
I really like some of the compositions as abstract paintings. Especially the dirty nova office floor. The sleeping foot was good to. Your feet have their own identity like the soul or the body. It reminds of that one time you were telling me about Miles Davis and the soles of peoples shoes. super rad.
seeing you taking pictures on that day was intersting. You were smiling almost everytime when you took pictures. I thought it is good to have such a nice day (Sep.21st) once a year if a person can enjoy the day that much!
Stevie-
The number 68 was initially arbitrary, but now you've got me thinking.
-!968; the year of the Chicago 8, which included Dave Dellinger's participation, which in turn is most likely a key piece in the domino effect that pushed me to Japan.
-6x8=48; 1948 being the year that Orwell wrote 1984 a book that heavily influenced my adolescence. And 1984 being a year that i enjoyed a wonderful birthday party at the zoo.
-6+8=14; 14 being the age i lost my virginity.
-68; 68 being the number of steps i have asended to arrive to some forgotten destination at some forgotten time.
-68; 68 being divisible by 4, which Jung wrote about being a number of wholeness and 4x4=16, a number of perfect wholeness. 16 being one less tan 17, making 17 one step beyond perfect wholeness and which can be multiplied by the wholeness of 4 to arrive at the product of 68
arbitary...
i'm with gavin, the textures in your slideshow are wonderful. i'm also with stevie on your sexy feet-you-re both hairysexymen. as for all that arbitrary number theory: i have no doubts you're achieving a lifestyle of symmetry and polyrhythm. that train commute sounds cozy
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