Decapitating Daisies

     I was a boy, I thought I’d always be a boy,
pell—mell, mean, and gaily murderous one moment
then overcome with summer’s opium, numb—slumberous. 
Warm days whirled in a bright unnumberable blur, 
a cup—a grail brimmed with delirium
as I decapitated daisies with a stick, 
and humbling boredom both. 
I thought I’d always be a boy.


I spent five summers caring for the three young children of a close family friend. My perspective as both caregiver and playmate granted me a deepened understanding of both the challenges and wonders of growing up. We often reflect upon childhood through a rose filter, and quickly forget and discredit the anguish of being lonely or misunderstood.

In the time-rich days of childhood, boredom is an essential education that informs life-long morality, prejudices, and joy. My photographs document the explorative journey of a child, and work to reinforce the notion that play is an indispensable aspect of human development.


In joy we are our own uncomprehending mourners,
and more than joy I longed for understanding
and more than understanding I longed for joy.


-Excerpt from Andrew Hudgen's "Blur"