A composite of shots from our trip to Texas. These were the main players. I just went along to document the experience.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Off the Road Again
In March, when I went to New York, I mentioned that I hate taking touristy snapshots. They remind me of the old travel slideshows where the viewer sits there with little connection with the ever changing images on the screen.
A few days ago I returned from our Trip to Texas. My daughter and her family went along. I went as a sightseeing guide and resource on family history. I allowed myself to make snaps this time only because it is doubtful that those who accompanied me will ever return. Family members are passing on.
Capturing images of my grandchildren was akin to documenting a panicked mob running from nature's wrath. You get what you can get. (Traveling with children under the age of 12 was an unforgettable experience.)
Taking their pictures was a satisfying experience. Still, I returned home with the proverbial slide show. I dare not show it to anyone lest they give into the impulse to toss stones at the screen and me. So I will spare even you. However, here is one taken at the Petrified Forest when we were more at the end of our ropes than at the end of the road.
A few days ago I returned from our Trip to Texas. My daughter and her family went along. I went as a sightseeing guide and resource on family history. I allowed myself to make snaps this time only because it is doubtful that those who accompanied me will ever return. Family members are passing on.
Capturing images of my grandchildren was akin to documenting a panicked mob running from nature's wrath. You get what you can get. (Traveling with children under the age of 12 was an unforgettable experience.)
Taking their pictures was a satisfying experience. Still, I returned home with the proverbial slide show. I dare not show it to anyone lest they give into the impulse to toss stones at the screen and me. So I will spare even you. However, here is one taken at the Petrified Forest when we were more at the end of our ropes than at the end of the road.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Transitions
As a school teacher I always looked forward to May. It was a time of transition. School ended. Students moved on. And I got some rest.
As a retiree, I lack regular transitions. I have to experience them vicariously through others. It can be as satisfying.
Last night, Maya, my friend from the previous post, performed in her last production with Jeanne Wright's Dance Group. The program was a nice respite from the previous week of endless travel, and I enjoyed watching her perform. Perhaps, next year she will be in a new level as a dancer. In August she enters kindergarten.
Adam, my oldest grandson, just graduated from kindergarten. He is definitely ready for first grade. There is little likelihood that I would ever interest him in dance lessons. I will just look forward with him to the first day of classes in August.
It is nice to watch the changes others experience as regular time. Less stress on my part. Still, there is a little bit of envy and lots of celebration on my part.
As a retiree, I lack regular transitions. I have to experience them vicariously through others. It can be as satisfying.
Last night, Maya, my friend from the previous post, performed in her last production with Jeanne Wright's Dance Group. The program was a nice respite from the previous week of endless travel, and I enjoyed watching her perform. Perhaps, next year she will be in a new level as a dancer. In August she enters kindergarten.
Adam, my oldest grandson, just graduated from kindergarten. He is definitely ready for first grade. There is little likelihood that I would ever interest him in dance lessons. I will just look forward with him to the first day of classes in August.
It is nice to watch the changes others experience as regular time. Less stress on my part. Still, there is a little bit of envy and lots of celebration on my part.
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