PORTRAIT FOR 124 FRIDAYS
I look like I've misplaced the instructions.
Max looks like she wrote them.
Max is 124 Fridays old today.
That is the official measurement.
Not years.
Not milestones.
Fridays.
She points at the camera
as if to say:
You.
Yes, you.
Pay attention.
This father holds her
like a fragile argument.
This mother captures her
Like proof that exhaustion can be holy
without admitting it.
One face is weathered.
One face is weather forming.
124 Fridays.
That’s not age.
That’s a stack of small sunsets
no one could return.
She already knows
something the adult forgot:
Time is not passing.
It’s accumulating.
One camera; GraflexSuperD
One beach; Ho'okipa, Maui, HI
One lens; Buhl f/2.5
One film; TMAX
Nothing extra to hide behind.
No backup bodies.
No options menu.
Just light moving across skin,
salt in the air,
time doing what it does best—
leaving quietly.
I didn’t try to improve the moment.
I let it happen.
That was the whole point of this tiring holiday. I wouldnt change a thing.
Aloha Kakahiaka 😄
Maui holiday report.
Early mornings,
soft light,
coffee still working.
Conditions:
Sunny with scattered laughs.
Warm water, warm hearts,
zero rush.
Small kine waves,
easy rolls,
plenty float time.
More smiles than wipeouts.
Trade winds gentle,
just enough to remind you
where you are.
Days spent paddling nowhere in particular.
Evenings heavy with sunsets
and tired feet.
Fun factor:
100%.
Stress level:
gone.
No schedule,
no hurry,
just one more swim,
one more look.
Maui doing what Maui does best.
Holding us still
long enough to remember.
E ala e.
Mahalo for the reset 🌺
Aloha Ahuihou 😄
We wanted to tell you Max
something profound
but the words came out
like loose change in a dryer.
Not poetry.
Just sound trying to be meaning.
We said
the world is broken
and she smiled like she already knew.
We said
the stars don’t care about us
and she shrugged
stars never have.
So we tried again.
No metaphors, no prophetic thunder,
just the small truth:
We love you,
in the way a match loves striking; explosive and bright
gone too quickly.
We love you
because we're here
and you’re here
Let the oceans do what they want.
Let the sun forget us like we forget
birthdays,
names,
stuff and things to do
All we have to give you
is this trembling little prose
patched with breath and bone:
We love you,
for as long
as the music keeps happening
between us......and then after. #happy111fridays #super8mm
