Sunday, April 24, 2011

The Art of Sumo Wrestling

As I strapped on my inflatable Japanese sumo wrestler costume (my newest yard sale find) and bounded around the house making sumo sounds, Richard trailed along behind me declaring "THIS is why Whittles* are always late!"

*Little does he know, it's the other side of the family - my hillbilly side - that is to blame for my excessive lateness. And who could resist trying out a new Japanese sumo wrestler costume?

Feed the Birds

This is one of my favorite ultra contrasty photos from my recent trip to Florida. I was there for five splendid days. This photo was taken while my mom, sister and I were on a glass bottom boat racing with dolphins. We were tantalizing the seagulls with Cheetos; they would swoop down and pluck them right from our fingers. All around extraordinary.

And now I have a compulsion to share a Mary Poppins clip for you which sparked in my memory when I saw this photo. My brain is a stew of movie quotes and songs and, though it may be painful to admit, I basically have a good chunk of this movie memorized.

Friday, April 22, 2011

John Whittle Jr

My great uncle John Whittle Jr passed away on April 14th. He was a wild fella in his day, and he lived a full life. He was one of those magical people that could light up a room. Picture taken circa 1957 during his time in the US Air Force. Handsome devil.

The older I get, the more people die. It's a clear law of nature, but something I never put much thought into. I believe that death is one of the hardest parts of being an intelligent life form - awareness of how persistent time is and that we don't stand a chance. Animals have it easy in that respect. Death can be kind, when we're prepared and have an opportunity to say our farewells. I'm grateful that we had the chance to say goodbye. I'll miss you, uncle J.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Saying Goodbye

Death waits for him, hooded, stretched at his feet, while his children cross miles.
He is welcome, so he is kind.
Dark fingers sprawl on knees. He bides his time.
He wonders what floats through the traveler's mind.
Perhaps of his children, or things unfinished.
Love wells up around him in a chorus. Not yet an angel's song.
Death, he waits. Graceful and, above all, sincere.
He reminds his traveler of a job well done. He hums a tune in a deep baritone. Promises answers to the ultimate mystery. Arouses excitement and human curiosity.
He drifts between two worlds. A signer to a timeless future, where dreams are born for the living by their dearly departed.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

The Tortoise & the Hare

I just made up this genius quote while at work:

"Slow and Steady may not always win the race, but he certainly enjoys the scenery more."

BAM! Genius!