- Ted & Debbie (Photographers)
Spring Break is only a few days away. Sam is in Orlando for a tournament with his Grinnell tennis team thawing out from a long cold midwest winter. Henry had his phone taken away until his grades improve. Theo just started lacrosse. Ollie gave his oral presentation last night at an open house at his school on Jack London and Simon is basking in a Lego and Playmobil hand me down euphoria from our friend Libby. The water is starting to show a signs of warming up. Both Debbie and I are sluggish in the morning, still feeling the effects from that one precious hour taken away from us during Daylight Savings. I’m spending too much time on the computer, taking pictures with my phone, working on a new site and finishing a new kids book called, “Nimble & Quick.” A gigantic thank you to Jeri@ Smog Design for making this book become a reality. Check it out when you get a chance.
I usually bring my Canon 5D Mark 2 with me wherever I go. It’s a big rig especially since I rarely take the 24mm-70mm lens off the body. I’ve modified (cut with my table saw) the sun shade so it will fit into my smaller camera bag. Last week I started using the camera in my iPhone. I’m hesitant about calling these pictures “true images” because of all the effects and actions available at the flick of a finger. It’s interesting taking pictures when people think you are texting on your phone.
It’s been a cold week. It’s been a tough week. Juggling jobs while breaking in 2013 with the start of school with dark mornings, cold weather and hitting the snooze button again and again. Splitting firewood that won’t be ready to burn until next winter and calculating if we’ll have enough for this year. There’s a stash of old wood sitting on top of my workshop roof. 3 old pieces of 12 ft. 4×6 which I scrounged from the Baldwin Hills a few years ago. I’ve been saving it for some woodworking project a bed frame, shelves for my science fiction paperback collection which has been boxed up for years- that hasn’t happened. The wood is weathered and heavy as I take it down from the roof. Simon is in his knights outfit
riding his bike back and forth on the sidewalk in front of the house. This shit is big. I need to cut it in half with a chainsaw just to be able to get it up to the table saw. As I make my 1st cut I see I’m dealing with some kind of oak. It’s marbled, dark and really nice. I think about the bed and the bookshelf as I suck it up and cut the wood into nice 16″ pieces of firewood that should last about a week.
Bay St. Parking lot. I’ve got my oldest and youngest with me. Sam says his familiar, “Daddy can you zip me up.” We surf, Simon stands up on on the inside whitewash with my help. Back in the parking lot while taking off our wetsuits Simon tells Sam that he stood up all by himself.
It’s hard knowing when to let go when not to let go, when to cut and when to cut.
An Arab Spring InstaKarmaCrammed, peeling back the last page of the Mayan calender to reveal a fiscal cliff calculated into shape like Play- Doh. Reality reigns, as the world of nonsense kicks in and brings smiles to our proud mom and dad faces watching Simon and his fellow kindergarteners laugh, sing, sniffle, nose pick and lip sync. through The Billy Goats Gruff, The Little Red Hen, The Three Little Pigs and Goldilocks.
Bags packed for Miami, clothes, cameras, and computer sitting in the sun porch. An espresso made in the dark kitchen. I walk upstairs, hug and kiss my four sleeping boys and whisper a different version of “I love you and be good.” into each of their ears.