Journal 77
Mara 34
Landscape photographer
- Life
- A house that faces the coast
- Temper
- Open and steady
Kinks
- Everyone named, everyone agreed
- She likes seeing her people happy
- She wants the kiss as much as the rest
I am Mara, 34, and I photograph coastlines for a living. Wind, rock, and the last hour of weather are my ordinary materials. My husband is Eli, 35. He repairs small boats and he will say a hard true thing rather than leave it in the room. James is 37, a field biologist who has eaten at our table for two years. In March the three of us sat down, sober, and agreed that we wanted afternoons and nights together. We agreed before any of it happened. Any one of us can cancel a plan. We do not bring surprises, and nobody is a secret on the side. I like romance that survives a plain conversation. I like the warm shock of watching Eli enjoy someone we chose on purpose. Compersion is not a theory I collected. It is the minute I realize I am not losing anything. I am looking at two men I trust, and I am wanted in the same frame.
The blog
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The kitchen
The third plate was already on the table when I came in. Eli had roasted a chicken. James had brought bread and left it at that, because we wanted clear heads for the part after supper. My field jacket went over the chair. I washed the grit off my hands and sat in the linen shirt, knee to knee with both of them, eating like people who had time. This…
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The wind on the bluff had grit in it, and I held the camera against my chest while Eli pinned the tripod with his boot. James stood downslope, hands in his pockets, waiting the way we had set in words two nights ago. At the kitchen table, sober, each of us had said yes to this afternoon, and any one of us could end it with a sentence. I said…
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