So this is how I write most of the time:
I have a case in which I keep a Bluetooth Keyboard. I also keep some other things in there, like a pair of double A batteries, an iPhone stand, and a phone charger.
I keep my phone in my pocket.
With these things, I have all I need to write.
I have written this way in cars, with my iPhone between my knees, functioning as this computer screen. The keyboard sits on my lap, and I tap away, as I am now, with my friend Julian Parker Burns driving to the Discovery Festival in Turner’s Falls, Massachusetts. He will be photographing a whole lot of stuff.
We have just stopped at a scenic overlook. Julian stops to photograph stuff. It is gorgeous. As he photographs, I put my phone on the hood of the car with my keyboard in front of it, and tap away.
Julian runs back to the car. Why did you go back to the car, I ask. He shows me a telephoto lens.
“I want a lens that gets me into the whitewater,” he says.
He steps off the guardrail he’s been using to get a better angle.
“Okay,” he says, “enough of that.”
We get back in the car, and drive to Turners Falls.
We enter Turners Falls by driving over this beautiful WPA bridge. Turners Falls is one of those towns that just sort of lays itself out for you.
“It really has the grandeur of those classic mill towns,” says Julian. “When I came back here recently for the first time in twenty years, there were five Ford Model As parked in the street.”
We stop for coffee at the Second Street Bakery, which is on Fourth Street. I’m sure there is a story there somewhere.
We have now met all these artistic folks that Julian will photograph to promote a show of theirs. There is Nina, Lea, Candace, Samantha, Trish, and Edite.
Turners Falls is right next to a river which was dammed, presumably to provide the mill with power or something. This causes the water to race by underneath the bridge.
The water is really high. Samantha is saying that they were able to walk almost all the way across a little while ago. That is impossible at the present.
Julian arranges them at key parts of the riverbank, and takes more pictures. He just has a way of knowing the right place to go to get a good picture.
It is good to be alive at the moment. Specifically, it is good to be alive right here at this moment. I am wearing a sweatshirt, and really don’t need it, although the weather is such that I will probably need it later.
A sign warns me not to pick up rocks around here. There are apparently many fossils. I shall not pick up any rocks.
Julian is arranging Trish, Edite, Candace, Samantha, Lea, and Nina so that they look assertive in a really cool Girl Power sort of way. I feel very male, and simply sit here, iPhone between my knees, keyboard on my lap, sitting here on a rock by the riverside, tapping away.
This is what I do.
Julian continues to photograph.
This is what he does.