Sometimes, I wish, with all I can muster, that I might be a musician. There are two possibilities as to why I’m not: no natural ability or no self-discipline. I tried learning piano in 4th grade, and I did pretty well for awhile, but then I had to change teachers, and I guess a man seemed pretty scary after that lovely old lady, so I quit. I was really bad at the recorder and I’ve been trying to learn guitar for a year or so, but it seems I never get any better.

But oh how I love music. 

I play songs over and over, sifting to find everything it might have to offer me. I go weak as my ears discover sounds tucked neatly away meant for only the most attentive listners. And the words. Oh the words, combined ever so carefully with the melody to make a sort soul quaking experience. 

I want to be able to do that for myself. To craft with words and sound the things that swirl in my mind that, despite my every effort, never comes out quite just so. 

I wouldn’t trade though. So, in honor of the form of expression with which I have been gifted, I am starting a photography collaboration project with Dave Ferrier. I hope these photos might speak to you as music often speaks to me. 

p.s. most of this blog really was inspired because I spent the end of my evening failing to play guitar well and failing to write words with which I was satisfied. I didn’t really know how to conclude this post of my qualms, and thought this could be good time to tell all of my faithful readers about this new blog project. Happy viewing, especially on Thursdays. (hint hint)