ITMFA. tee hee.
… I looked inside and there I found:
a loaf of bread.
[a d v e r t i s e m e n t]
It was later on in the evening that I remembered that there was a strange backpack left in the stairwell since about the same time as we had our midnight visitor.
I fetched it and looked inside.
No camera. But what I did find got my heart beating…
My camera has been stolen.
Last week, on a night where I stayed over at my girlfriend’s, my roomie woke up to find some guy hovering around in the room in the dark.
“Sorry,” said guy, “your door was open… I just wanted to see if everything was alright.” exeunt.
That weekend, it snowed blankets.
“Damn,” said I, “It’s Mother Russland. I’m gonna take me a picture.”
That didn’t happen. After searching the pad furiously for sometime, retracing my steps and everything, it dawned on me that my camera had moved upstate to a nice farm where it can run around and take pictures of snow all winter long.
It was a long while before I fell asleep that night, wondering what kind of jerk would pull that kind of thing on a guy like me and what else he might have done had my roomate not woken up.
Only calmness will reassure
the bees to let you rob their hoard.
–from a sensual, beautifully written poem about beekeeping,
Honey by Robert Morgan. Go read it.
I just got word back today from the jury:
Your film, BEES, has been selected for screening at the 2006 EarthDance Short-Attention-Span Environmental Film Festival. The Awards Committee will announce the Festival Winners at the Premiere on April 7th.
If anyone happens to be in Frisco at that time and wants tickets, I hook you up.