One-Sentence Journal, Weeks Forty and Forty-One

Once again, two weeks in one post, because things have been a little busy. . . .

  1. 10/20/2014:  A quote I read in an essay by Zadie Smith says, “The worst possible thing for an artist is to exist as a feature of somebody else’s epiphany.”
  2. 10/21/2014:  I like the cut of her jib.
  3. 10/22/2014:  Quote of the evening, offered without context: “Let me slip in behind you so I can get at the garbage.”
  4. 10/23/2014:  I never fully realized just how many other average people love open roads and travel until I started using Instagram.
  5. 10/24/2014:  I took the day off the day gig today and spent an enjoyable early part of the morning tramping around under gray skies shooting my witchy friend Julie for a looming photo project.
  6. 10/25/2014:  Julia and I met my mom for breakfast in honor of my late grandmother at one of her favorite places; we didn’t speak of her, really, and it wasn’t maudlin, which is exactly how I would hope anything in my honor would proceed.
  7. 10/26/2014:  There was no band practice today as Jimmy killed an elk and needed to spend the day packing it out, a task I envy, though my day spent in the woods was certainly every bit as enjoyable.
  8. 10/27/2014:  If there is a hell, the buffet is Taco Bell.
  9. 10/28/2014:  Survived my first ever experience with Bikram Yoga today, and still managed to be functionally upright later on to do a photoshoot for some of Julia’s new DonkeyGirl stuff.
  10. 10/29/2014:  If this evening’s saunter taught me anything it’s that when I head out on Monday, I best be packing my headlamp.
  11. 10/30/2014:  Dad died today.
  12. 10/31/2014:  Going to see my son’s band play an event at a skate and snowboard shop, a show he dedicated to “the original Sid La Tray,” provided the perfect therapy for overcoming a couple rough days, particularly during the one song I joined them onstage for.
  13. 11/01/2014:  Humbled by the outpouring of well wishes from all corners in the wake of my dad’s passing away, and also feel very fortunate to share a life with such a fantastic woman.
  14. 11/02/2014:  In the span of less than 24 hours little Velcro’s tumor infection flared up gorily again, putting her in such distress that we made the gut-wrenchingly difficult decision to have her put to sleep.

 

 

Author: Chris

Chris La Tray is a writer, a walker, and a photographer. He is an enrolled member of the Little Shell Tribe of Chippewa Indians and lives in Missoula, MT.

12 thoughts on “One-Sentence Journal, Weeks Forty and Forty-One”

  1. What a week, huh? You’ve certainly had your ups and downs. I lost both my parents long ago. They could have still been living now if life had been different. It’s weird to me.
    I love your out of context quotes.

  2. Oh so sorry about Velcro. But I love this post so much. I especially share #4 with you and it’s one of the things I love about social media so much. How I connect with people — like you — over Blind Corral, the open roads, Montana, writing, and such. It’s quite magical.

    1. I particularly like seeing the world other people live in, through their eyes, like your shots of Maine. I mean, the paid travelers for things like National Geographic and all that are showing spectacular stuff, but it’s the day-to-day grind that produces the images and stories I find most compelling.

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