Oh, it's best we know nothing. :-) Pearl
I figured from the beginning you were a fake misanthrope; but genial still works. Say, surveyor of genial disorder.
Or a purveyor of oddities?
With luck we move from childhood wonder to responsible adulthood and, eventually, to transcendence. At least that's what I like to think.
How's that working for you?
Might have to wait for the next lifetime.
That middle one -- CA, mid-80s?
No, it's 1980, when we climbed Tabletop, in the Chugach Range in Alaska. I think you might have take the picture. Remember the pics of you, a 6 or so year old, scaling the rock outcropping, freestyle? No ropes, no safety's.....I was below you, offering encouragement. .
That is one nice bike! Good way to start a long journey.
My dad bought it large, I didn't really grow into it for a year or so.
Three good photos, with good vibes from each. I think the camera likes you.
Scary thought but then we made the best of what life gave us.....
Indeed we do, TB.
That last shot is an amalgamation of Cactus Ed and Hemingway. Sage-like if I ever saw.
That be a compliment, Robbie. Pretty exalted company to be compared to...
What I find interesting is that you can't look at the boy and project ahead to the man, but you can look at the adult photos and see they little boy they came from.
Yes, exactly correct. I can't see the person in the earliest picture, but the 2nd and 3rd looks right in terms of progression. I see I have the same smile.
Reminded. Of me. And Shakespeare:"Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."I hope I'm not depressing you. And you're a fine broth of a boy, so y'are.XOWWW
Nah, not depressing....I'm not at the mewing and drooling state just yet.
Too bad we only get to go through this life once. Unless you believe in reincarnation and think otherwise.
I'll give this one a serious response. Reincarnation? Who knows, as plausable as anything I suppose. No, don't believe that, nor heaven or hell. And all that entails. Here's why I don't buy the reincarnation: apparently we don't know that we were alive before as a human, larvae, deer, whatever, so what's the point, and who could possibly know? It's like any other religion, trying to comfort us and lead us away from the realization that once we die, we are gone. Oblivion, nothing. Now there is something I can grab hold of....the oblivion, nothing. And all that entails, the merging with my atoms with the earth, and if I feel mystical I will think that all that I did not do, all that I did not become, the chances I didn't take...will be given back to us, for someone else. We are iterations of carbon.
I just realized, that last picture is such a great snapshot of our family. It's Thanksgiving, the feeding-loved-ones holiday (and thus, our favorite). And in the frame are a baby gate, boxes of medical supplies, a wide variety of books shoved into a bookcase all willy-nilly, and my dad, surveying his progeny.
Great photos! Now you have me thinking...I've had a lot of turmoil and chaos in my life, but if that is what it took to get me where I am now, I don't regret any of it.