After I took the picture of the birdhouse in Jordan’s garden I wanted to make a pre-arranged photograph. Even though it’s not something I usually like to do. However I found myself arranging the objects on the table in some manner and then I took a photograph while slouching in my chair. I put the objects back that I took off the table and messed it up again. The sun was behind the clouds and the photo sort of turned out dark but the photograph was still good. I helped Jordan look for things around his yard to put into the chemo for tonight after we finished talking. As I got up the sun came out. I knew I would never have another chance to take the photograph. I switched the camera to the light setting to turn off the flash and took the photograph. The result was a brighter photograph of the same thing. Only this time the objects weren’t pre-arranged like I wanted them. I looked at both and couldn’t decide on which one to put on this website. So I finally decided on the brighter one and gave the other to Jordan.
I guess I couldn’t get my arranged photograph. I love to look at Polaroid photographs on some photo websites. When I look at them I think “Wow! That is a classic, run of the mill Polaroid photograph.” It is hard to explain, but when you see what other people take photos of with a Polaroid, it’s like, a piece of furniture, or people huddling together, or something abstract. I love it. I only wish that if people see my Polaroid photographs that they think the same way.
After dinner that same day I asked my dad if any of the neighbours had any wood that I could use to burn in his chemo. Ends up my neighbour Kenny had a whole bunch of pine that he wanted to get rid of. During the dusk in the evening we systematically got the saw and started to cut it all into small pieces of wood to burn. I was in my zip up sweater with work gloves on and cutting some wood and smelling the pine was great. It’s these small insignificant moments when you just feel manly. My dad came in to help with transporting the cut wood on a tarp to put into Jordan’s car when he came to pick me up.
When Jordan arrived he backed up and opened the trunk. We picked up the tarp of wood, which was surprisingly light, and dumped it in the back. I grabbed some beers and we drove over to his house, stopping at the McDonalds along the way for a couple of burgers. When we got to his house, Nelson and Pete arrived at the same time. We all went over to the gazebo and started to light up the candles and I opened a beer and started eating. Pete started up the fire like he usually does. It started to go for a bit but then died down.
“Too much wood!” We were yelling at him.
“You told me to keep adding more!” He argued. He was right.
“Don’t listen to us man.” I said and took a swig of my beer, and a bite of my burger.
The pine must have been too wet from the rain yesterday because no matter how much we tried and how much of a fire we thought we had. It just wouldn’t keep burning constant. The pine smoked a lot too and one of Jordan’s neighbours came over to make sure everything was ok. So much for that wood. I think it will be ok for when we all go camping near the middle of October though.
Nelson wanted to leave because he was feeling ill. So I jumped in the car with him and that was the end of the night. Kind of a downer of a night, but we still had some fun. Maybe when the pine dries up, it will burn better.
music to accompany the blog: Travis - Why Does It Always Rain On Me?
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