A Glimpse
Year Of The Rat 4706
October 10, 2008 AD
Friday, 1542 hrs CST
Stormcrow Ranch
Boone, IA
USA
"Squirrel Corn Capital of The World."
I have to admit I am reluctant to post these next items, and face the prospect with no little trepidation. But, in all fairness, many Readers have 'put their Life on ''on the 'Line,'' as it were, and I realize with creeping fear that I must do the same. A balance, one thing for another. A price, if I may.
There are no good pictures of me--ever. It seems to be a genetic quirk in the DNA of my family. No amount of technology in cameras will ever fix this. But this is also accurate. We are who we are, and make no bones about it. As family historian, I have scads of photographs dating back to the 1810's. The Wear/Bumbarger/Buechler/Wilson/Phipps/Olsen family tree is deeply rooted, and down to the sepia-toned tin-type there is an 'issue' in every image. It may just be bad photography(don't I wish), or it may be a wealth of, well, somethings else, which tend to hover nearby. Most of my family does not believe in the paranormal. I appreciate and respect that--just because they're wrong doesn't mean they don't have the right to an opinion. Anyway, the below is probably the most honest picture of me ever taken in over a decade.
I am the gentleman on your right; the tall young man is my son( # 1 of 3--Wears almost always have boys; my neice Katie is the first and only in five generations. (Wait; No, Christine was the first--my cousin. There are no other females) on his high school graduation day(sorta looks like Napolean Dynamite, doesn't he?), June 2nd, 2008, Eau Claire, WI USA.
This second post is a watercolor I did while sons Two and Three were here with me this past winter. I will not post their pictures because they are underage. They were home-schooled while their mother moved to a different state(see previous posts). That day was art class, and I sat at the table with them and attempted to demonstrate technique even though I didn't know anything. Imagine my surprise when this showed up:
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I'll try again another time. But what I learned is something everyone should learn--simple strokes make the art. Four lines make a square but ten make a cube--two-dimensional to three-dimensional. Life is like that, and both the parallel and metaphor are obvious--small steps, simple strokes; a bit at a time creates not the art, but rather, the artist.
Odd thing that then that so many worry about the coloring inside the lines since they are the one's who created those lines in the first place.
And through it all, we all--always--
'Rage, rage, against the dying of the light,'
~~Hob
Comments
your son is kind of cute.
TA