"Mammoth" by Interpol

Sunday: It was so warm out and the sun was beaming, perfect weather for taking pictures for my photography assignment. I went to the cemetery and had an actual easy time finding the “black angel”. I took a series of pictures, but was unable to see them on the lcd screen due to the sun. A wood pecker pecked away at a tree behind me as it hung upside down from a tree. The next stop was the six muses which were easier to find. I took several pictures and wished I had my tripod, though it was only a few feet waiting in the car for me to use. I extended the little metal feet to use on the ground for the angel but I didn’t. I saw a bronze statue, now oxidized and green on a marble bench and took several pictures of it as well though I don’t know if I have enough for my project. I think I do but honestly I was there for the angel, everything else was secondary. If I am really torn over what I am going to submit I could use one of the others since I am having problems picking out which pictures of the angel I will use. I need six different ones, three will not be edited and I would only use functions on the camera to manipulate them. The other three would be edited in photoshop. I’m thinking one in intense color, one in black white and grainy, and the last one I would just treat as I normally would. I would probably have an easier time with the bronze statue with intensifying the color than with the black angel.

I visited my father after and sat in the window sill. I looked outside the window that hadn’t been cleaned in at least the past five years. A boat sailed in the distance and the houses which were the homes for the military that were stationed at that ford were neatly arranged side by side. My father said that he didn’t have any fever, and he was now only with one intravenous. He still was restricted with what he was able to do though, still now showers. Parents often ask their children “if your friend jumped off a bridge would you?” and this made me think of what my father said when my mother asked him if he wanted underwear. He said no, that no one there wore any. What a horrible mental image. Old army vets sitting sickly in their rooms chained to intravenous with nothing on under those horrible hospital gowns. My father kept his leg up on the bed with half of the bed sheets covering him and yes, his goods were out. Sitting in the window was a smart move I didn’t have a view of such things, sadly my mother did. A doctor examined him but we weren’t allowed to stay in the room. When we returned we didn’t hear anything other than his temperature was 95. It started to get late and it was time to go. We left him when his dinner was arriving. I refilled his water pitcher with ice and water and left.

When we finally got home and unloading the car, Maureen the tenant upstairs, came over to the car and called for my mother. She wanted to tell her what happened while we were out. The tenant’s mother-in-law called Belize and long story short Jackie the tenant on the third floor was embarrassed not knowing why the rent wasn’t paid. She asked one of her friends to go to the bank with her ATM card and take the money out of the bank. They didn’t do it on time though and it is two days late which means they owe a late fee. My mother needs to type of a note for that to give them. After she informed my father I know he wasn’t happy with that but not much we can do about it. I know my mother would find someone else to move in but the process and all is a long one. If they had the money and didn’t have to worry I know they would ask them to leave.