Monday, October 20, 2008

Where Did the Last 30 Days Go?

Thirty days since my last blog post and I sit here wondering what happened to the last month. Time seems to go by faster and faster and you have to wonder what you must be missing each time you blink. The last lunar cycle has been packed full of activity, and if I had thirty six hours to each day instead of the alloted twenty four, it still wouldn't have been enough time to get everything done.

Most recently, my oldest son, a 20 year old junior in college came home for the first time in about eight months. His two little brothers (4 and 9) were very excited to see him, and they spent a lot of his four days home hanging out together. It was great to see them all playing together, laughing out loud at every goofball joke that the four year old perpetrated.

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I didn't get any real quiet time with him until driving him back to the airport early Sunday morning. His plane was leaving at 9:00, so we figured that he should be there at 8:00, which meant we would have to leave the house at 7:00, so my alarm went off at 6:00. It was a chilly morning, with the temperature hovering around freezing. We talked a lot on the trip to the airport, him excitedly telling me about his future plans, and me offering my sage advice that I'm sure went in one of his ears and right out the other. That's ok, it's a fathers job to talk whether or not the kids actually listen. He usually humors me by at least acting like he is listening, his eyes focused just to the side of my head, one eyebrow furtively raised with deep concentration. Of course, he's probably thinking about what he can make himself for dinner once he gets back to his apartment, and whether he left any milk in his refrigerator.

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Once at the airport, he assured me that he would be able to manage his own way inside, practically throwing a verbal arm bar across the door so that I couldn't get out, "You don't have to park Dad, I can manage my own way through an airport." And that quickly, he was out the door.

So I found myself out and about at 7:45 on a Sunday morning without a designated time to be somewhere else. How was this possible? I cast a quick glance into the back seat to make sure my camera was there and off I drove. To quote Ferris Bueller, "Life goes by pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."

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I really enjoy just driving around with no particular destination, just seeing what there is to see, and attempting to record these little rectangles of the world with my camera. A camera gives you liberty. It creates a shield between you and the world. When looking through the viewfinder, you are watching the world unfold in slow motion, scenes transpiring at your own pace, with the use of your own personal hand held time machine.

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Driving through the woods, a clearing appears on both sides of the road, early morning light filtering through the trees, glistening off of the heavy frost that has settled on the grass. Pulling my truck over into a clearing, a large flock of turkeys makes it's way across the road in front of me. I grab my camera and open the door. The cold morning air fills my lungs like a "Slushie" fills a big plastic cup. I'm not a big fan of the cold, but there is something invigorating about these autumn mornings.

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I walked through the fields, small patches of icy marsh crunching under my feet as the thigh high grass drops its frost on my jeans. I pick a few scenes and fill my frame. A heavy wind kicks up and a large flock of birds take off, cackling and squawking as they circle the field, momentarily lighting in a snag, and then circling again before flying out of sight.

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I'm very proud of my all of my boys, but I'm very proud of the man that my oldest is becoming. I think he can find his own way through the airport.

12 comments:

sherry said...

We give them roots, so they will have wings. I think you must have done a great job, Dad.

peter said...

a great piece, and great photos to complement it!

KIM said...

That was a lovely story! Thanks for sharing! The new photos are great!
I hope are well my old friend! I MEAN...old! LOL!

Alison Du Bois said...

Nice to have you back, Scott! I hope your exhibition went well. I enjoyed your post and the photos, I miss the feel of frost crunching under my feet!
Best wishes,
Alison

cynthia said...

I'm visiting from Facebook - loved this post.

My daughter is almost 11 and she sometimes humors me by feigning interest when I try to give her 'sage advice'. After reading your post, I can see myself in a similar situation in the near future. Time is going too fast, just yesterday she was in diapers.

Beautiful photographs...

Grasshopper said...

Yo Master Po! Awesome black & whites...and I love your attention to detail and DOF.

I really enjoy hearing the "Dad" in you come out. I'm sure your son is going to do just fine.

I miss talking to you! I hope all is well in Bulgerland.

Bye for now!

Jennifer Otero said...

great blog Scott and amazing shots as always

Sus said...

I read an article eons ago that said as we get older time truly does appear to us to move faster because our brain cells are dying off and therefore bits of memory, i.e. time, are disappearing, thus giving the illusion time is going by faster.

....not that that helps but for some bizarro reason it gives me some sense of comfort. *lol*

Exquisite shots Scott, the detail you capture is truly amazing. Are those first two Thistles?

Waterrose said...

Great story. It probably took a lot of courage for him to tell his dad that he didn't need his help. We love them, teach them, guide them and semi set them free.

Isla Deb said...

What a great post...and wonderful photographs! Since I now live in south Texas, I really miss the change of seasons...especially Fall. Your photos caught that "crispness" in the air.

whimsicalpam said...

Such a bittersweet feeling...
The photos are great!

gbulger1 said...

Love the post pops, and the shots are beautiful. It always astounds me how you find these places and get these shots while traveling back and forth from the airport.