Today it’s two hammers hammering away from somewhere unseen. It’s a lesson in life: Think something can’t get more annoying?
The universe adds another hammer.
I’m drinking my re-warmed coffee, contemplating the sogginess of the world right now, metaphorical and literal. There’s a lot of literal, and it makes me think of Ray Bradbury’s brilliant and heartbreaking story, “All Summer in a Day.”
Can’t help but wonder if a week like this one helped inspire it. If you are a writer who has never read Ray Bradbury, your education is incomplete. Though people always praise his ideas, don’t miss the clear, precise beauty of his prose.
He was an incredible talent.
But I digress.
This weekend at my photo seminar, we stood outside under emptying trees as heavy, round raindrops hammered in bursts on us, on fallen leaves, on cameras (though I shielded mine with my body), and learned that art can be found in the moments everyone wants to avoid.
In the emotions everyone wants to avoid. Yes, we’re back to “All Summer in a Day.”
Some days there will be a hammer. Some days there will be two hammers. Some days there will be three hammers.
Some days there will be no hammers.
But maybe in the rhythm of the hammers, we’ll hear a tune no one’s ever heard before, not a quite like that. And then we write it.
For more on my thoughts about Charlottesville and rising bigotry, please read An Open Letter to My Friends of Color.
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