Above photo is of me in 1955 and the lower image is of my grandson, Adam. Same river, 61 years apart.
Our grandaughter a few years ago, in their Portland, OR neighborhood. She’s now a teenager.Time passes too quickly.
This is a photo of my maternal grandfather at age 11, taken in 1913. His name was George and he was Dutch, part of a family that were early immigrants to New York.
Same River, Sixty One Years Later
Fall colors line this street in South Park, Seattle. I lived in South Park between the ages of 3 and 5.
South Park: fishing in the Duwamish River in South Park in 1955.
Hanging out on Christmas Afternoon
Spotted these two girls on a rooftop ( near Alberta Street, Portland, OR.) playing with a blond-haired doll. The dialogue went something like this:
Me: “May I take your photo”?
Younger girl: “Do you have flash on that camera”?
Me: ” Yes, I do, but it is too sunny out to need it”.
Younger girl: “Don’t tell my mom we’re up here”.
Me: “I won’t tell. Be careful”!
Interesting Ritual Observed
A week ago I was walking near Cal Anderson Park on Capitol Hill in Seattle when I observed a most unusual Spring ritual. There was a large group of children gathered around an inflated giraffe-like creature led, apparently, by a middle-aged man wearing fake bunny ears. As he gesticulated to the horde of children as he counted down from 10. When he said the magical number the children made a dash for these plastic, egg-shaped objects that were randomly placed on the landscaped hill. I surmised that the idea was to collect as many of these ‘eggs’ as one could. Clearly the advantage was with the faster and probably older children. This event/ritual had their own professional photographer! After all of the eggs had been gathered the children and their parents met up at the fake giraffe-like object and the ritual seemed to come to a close at that point. I think I identified with the toddler in the last photo. He seemed to be wondering what all the fuss about some orb-like object could be? My sentiments exactly 🙂
Large Lens, Painting or ?
Our grandaughter, Madeleine, standing behind a large lens on the playground set at Lincoln Park, near our home. This image, on one level, looks like a very old photo or painting hanging on a wall. Well, maybe my imagination is getting the better of me? What do you see?
Looking towards the Future.
This morning I attended the funeral of a childhood acquaintance. In an attempt to move my thoughts, from the sadness of that loss to the future, I thought I would post this photo of our granddaughter, Madeleine. Viewing life from the perspective of a child, looking forward with great promise, helps shift my thoughts from the past/present to the future.