I’ve been working on a window project, so to speak, for a couple months. For those of you who click over to my photo blog, you might have noticed this. What I learn everytime I head out in pursuit of a photo, there are no good photo moments to be found. Last weekend I had arrived too early for the Bag O’Books Sale at the library so I decided to drive through the downtown alleys. My phone rang, I bemoaned to my caller that there were no good windows to be shot. Look up, my caller said.
At the library, good novels were a quarter a piece. No kidding! I thought to pick through the titles and fill two bags. And instead of keeping them at my house for those no-good-book nights, I planned to give them to my sister. Why? Because I’ve been reading Mary Karr’s book, Lit, and even though what I’ve learned in the book mostly reinforces what I want to say I already know . . . there is one line from the book that stays with me.
For many years, she had traded joy for excitement and then went around feeling hungry and messed up. The excitement of two bags of books weighs against the joy my sister will experience in receiving them.
Karr talks about two other things she traded lightly, but I’ll be back to write about those another time. It’s still April inside my head- the poem-a-day challenge continues.