Full Beaver Moon

I found this anonymous photograph on the website Dull Tool, Dim Bulb. Actually, I found the photo on a different site and found my way there. This site led me to another of old circus photos by Frank Wendt. A treasure trove for me right now as I prepare for my next project. Yesterday I received two vintage circus costumes that I bought on eBay. The description said the costumes were "small," but I think only a six or seven year old will fit in them. Problem there. I don't have one available. And even though there are millions of them, access is everything. But just in time for Halloween, a friend sent me a silk top hat that will serve for part of a ringmaster's costume. The accumulation of things will be slow, I am sure, but I am dedicated to making this series. I mean. . . it is up my alley, as they say. Nothing but trouble.

Last night was the Full Beaver Moon. It was cloudy here and nothing much was visible. Perhaps you felt it in your waking or sleeping hours. I don't know. I was muddled all day and made some irrevocable mistakes, perhaps, though. . . I like to think that nothing is, necessarily. Still, there will be consequences. I will do what I have always done--duck, cover, pray for minimal damage, and hope with time it will all pass. But when I look back at the path of broken things, I know that my life is the consequence. How do others do it, I often wonder? How do they manage not to stumble over the things that they have surely broken over time? But I know I have taken so many unnecessary chances, reveling in them and the character with which they endowed me. It is that very character now which brings me trouble, I guess.

Anyway, I will try to bring you a circus.