::family(part 17)history::

It’s kind of hard to believe but my Grandparent’s anniversary is quickly approaching.  I’ve been blessed in the past few months with lots of photography opportunities to keep me busy but this has pushed back some of my personal work.

A few weeks ago I went to my Grandma’s again and swiped a few more old photos. I’m hoping to finish up the photoshop projects this week and get the book designed and sent of to be printed by next week. Praying these summer days don’t fly by… although I am expecting they most likely will.

This piece is one of my favorites as it turned out to be such a clear photograph of my Grandparents and Uncle at his high school graduation.  It also seemed to pair perfectly with this photograph I took down in Georgia last spring.

I was a quick wit boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

Have I found you, Flightless Bird;
Jealous, weeping?
Or lost you, American Mouth;
Big Pill, looming?

Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore, blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Crawl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?, Flightless Bird;
Grounded, bleeding?
Or lost you, American Mouth;
Big Pill, stuck going down

-Sam Beam


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