friends

the third of february

you will not find a soulmate
in the quiet of your room.
you must go to a noisy place
and look in the quiet corners.
(robert brault)
i can’t thank you enough for sharing that quiet corner with me in indianapolis.
happy, happy birthday, my friend.  you’re never far from my heart.

eight | year two

yellow roman candle
d.j.b.  my friend.  and protector.
i’ve never had a friend who was so fiercely loyal and yet so softly compassionate — your duplicity is a gift.
thank you for late night talks and bathroom confrontations and for making every moment count.
i always feel safe by your side.

seven | year two

yellow roman candle
a.j.b.  my friend.  i’ve only known you a year, but it feels more like a lifetime –
distilled into our near-daily exchanges of messages and calls and letters and cards.
and music, always music.
thank you for being a friend without limits or judgments.
we are separated by distance, but you are closer than you know.

six | year two

the only people for me are the
mad ones
mad to live
mad to talk
mad to be saved
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing
but burn, burn, burn
like fabulous yellow roman candles
exploding like spiders across the stars
(j. kerouac)
there were a few noteworthy yellow roman candles woven into the fabric of my year.  i pause today to [...]

four | year two

happily ever after
on november 21, 2009, my friends, tracy and dana, were married.
as a favor to the couple, and as an aspiring photographer, i agreed to document their day in photographs.  what a day it was — the weather was beautiful, the church was lovely, and the guests were excited.  after a beautiful ceremony, the [...]

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