day 06 || diptych || origin of fire

A day of double ironies. Coincidence. After another restless night, falling asleep at 4 in the morning, I'm left without any energy this morning.

But I set up the camera stand by the garden bench we have on the upstairs landing; plot out some ideas--

By accident, I grab a random CD to blare throughout the house-- my father used to do this on the days his work schedule rotated off the normal nine to five. I would come home from school some afternoons and he would have Carmina Burana echoing with the chorus' release of language. For me, today, my choice ends up to be Anonymous 4 singing "The Origin of Fire: Music and Visions of Hildegard von Bingen"-- four women singing sacred music from the 12th century.

The early heat of summer descends. I move through fire waiting for the air conditioner to flick up.