365: Week 16

Day 106

April 16: Blue like the sky. Blue like sapphire. Blue like the deep end of the pool. 

My kids all have these blue eyes. While I never outwardly expressed the desire that my children would look like me (that's just cruel), I had secretly hoped for a little something. 

Alas, nothing.

My mom always told me that I had hazel eyes. In truth they're just kind of a muddy greenish-brown. 

Oh well, there's always grandkids...

Day 107

April 17: Wii (are going to be) Fit!

The new Wii Fit told me that I am at a healthy weight. It also told me that I'm unbalanced -- it literally asked me if I find myself falling down a lot.

Who knew getting healthy was so obnoxious?

Incidentally, those are not my toes, they belong to my wife. Mine are hairier, and crooked-er.

Day 108

April 18: How's this for a flippin' cool self portrait?

I only had to try this about fifty times. 

My kids were impressed that I could still do a backflip. They were even more impressed when I bounced all the way to the ground.

That just means that the trampoline mat is stretched out, and we need a new one right? RIGHT?

Day 109

April 19: Your guess is as good as mine here. I looked over and this was what I saw. 

Emma.Is.A.Little.Different.

Day 110

April 20: The answer my friend, is blowin' in the wind...

The question: Will I ever be able to breathe again?

Day 111

April 21: I thought the perspective of this shot would be cool. I considered the background. I considered the angle. 

What I didn't take into consideration was the strength of Emma's fingers (it turns out she can't just hang there indefinitely). This was about a second and a half before she landed on me. 

Day 112

April 22: They don't teach you this knot in the Boy Scouts. 

I call it the Super-wrapped-over-under-all-around-double-triple-infinite-never-loosened-it-will-rot-off-the-tree-before-it-comes-undone-hitch. 

The hammock will NOT be falling down this year. 

Photostory Friday: Work and Play

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"Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do. And play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do."

  -- Mark Twain

The above quote is from "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer" -- one of my favorite books of all time. It comes at the place in the story where Tom, as a punishment from his Aunt Polly, is sentenced to white wash the fence. But Tom, ever resourceful, outsources the job to all the other boys of the village, by convincing them that it isn't work, but actually fun (he also convinces them to pay him for the privilege). 

I think about this concept a lot. 

Have you ever noticed, in your life, how close pain is to pleasure? Often it's simply a matter of intensity -- or, as in Tom Sawyer's case, obligation. 

My ancestors trekked across barren prairies and burning deserts because they had no choice, their freedom, and even their lives, depended on it. 

Today, I hike through burning deserts for fun. 

Which brings me to Emma (I find that I'm learning an awful lot of life's important lessons from my youngest daughter)...

When we moved in to our current home, last July, we found that we were the owners of a permanent dog run. We do not have a dog. We have no intention of getting one. The run sits on, and is bonded to, a large cement slab. It's a well made (immovable) structure. I have pondered all winter what to do with it. 

And apparently I wasn't the only one. 

As soon as the weather began to break this Spring, Emma and the other kids, moved in to the dog run, claiming it as their clubhouse. Emma will spend, literally, hours in this cage. As often as we'll let her, she takes her meals out there. She'll actually lock herself in.

 

Think about that.

If I were to punish Emma by locking her in a cage, I would go to jail. And rightly so. But, if Emma locks herself inside "for fun," it's a cute PSF. 

As a father and a husband, there is so much obligation, so much stress -- and I accept that. The rewards are worth the price. But, I find myself wondering how much of the stress of my life could be eased with a new perspective -- say from about 4' 1" off the ground. 

I think I'll take my dinner in the dog run tonight. 

365: Week 15

Day 99

April 9: Th elusive artist, doing her best Hannibal Smith impersonation (you think I'm kidding). She loves it when a plan comes together. 

Day 100

April 10: For my 100th picture this year, I had big plans to take some kind of amazing picture. 

And then I forgot all about it. 

Purely by happenstance, I went outside and shot this exotic flower. Any guesses as to what it is?

Day 101

April 11: It's been raining around here for days, but the only rainbow I was able to catch this week was on the kitchen table, the day before Easter. 

Day 102

April 12: A whole new world for Bella.

This is Bella, she's my mother-in-law's dog. Bella is a very sweet puppy. She never barks, I have never heard her growl. 

This past weekend Bella came to stay with us for a few days. At her house, Bella rarely sees kids and really can't see much of the world. But from our kitchen, on the second floor, Bella could see much of our neighborhood -- including every neighbor who took their own dog for a walk. 

I can now testify that Bella barks AND growls. She spent a good part of the four days she was with us, standing vigil at the kitchen sliding door. Barking. And growling. 

In this shot, even though it's dark and the blinds are closed, she wouldn't leave her post. We felt very safe. 

Day 103

April 13: What do you see in this picture?

Do you see renewal? Promise? Life?

I see pollen. 

Day 104

April 14: Do you remember when you were in school, and you went on really cool field trips?

In Utah, in the fourth grade, you study state history. That includes learning about the Bingham Canyon Mine -- the biggest open pit mine in the world. My son made this trip this week. It takes an hour and a half to get there. The mine is 2.75 miles across and three quarters of a mile deep. You can see it from anywhere in the valley. It's so big it can be seen from outer space. You can see it from almost everywhere. 

Except on a field trip. 

They didn't get to see the mine! 

But they did each get one of these cute stress relieving orange cones. 

No, I don't know what it has to do with the biggest open pit mine in the world either. 

Day 105

April 15: Self Portrait.

I work by myself a lot. So for about ten hours a day, these little buds are attached to my ears, filling my mind, keeping me sane. Sometimes I'm surprised to find that I don't have them in. 

By the way, do you have any idea how hard it is to take a picture of your ear as you drive down the road? I took about fifty, about ten of which actually got my ear in the shot. 

Photostory Friday: Happiness

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In the West we have what is called Desert Varnish. This is a substance that adheres to rocks in arid climates, staining them with darker and sometimes interesting -- and even beautiful -- shapes. 

As I was walking up the front steps the other day, I glanced down at the ground by the rose bush, and this is what I saw:

And since I now wander through life, searching for Photostory ideas (so do you, admit it), I knew I had a good one here: Finding happiness in unexpected places. 

I was going to write something deep, about how this little rock sees wind and rain, sunshine and snow, yet keeps on smiling through it all. 

I would write that life is certainly not always filled with happy circumstances, but that if you have a list of demands and conditions that have to be met before you will be happy, you have ensured that you never will be. 

I was going to say that happiness is a choice, and that if your eyes and ears and heart are open, you will find it in the most unexpected places. 

I thought of all of this in an instant.

In the next instant, I took a closer look at the little rock, and the ground surrounding it.

 

I believe in miracles and I believe in coincidences. 

I also believe in a five year old, with a marker and an artistic inclination, spreading joy in the front yard. 

And that's where I found happiness. 

365: Week 14

Day 92

April 2: 

Emma: Dad! Dad! Come quick, there's a rainbow!!

Emma (even more excitedly): Dad! I can see the end of the rainbow!!

Emma (baffled, dejected and not just a little annoyed): That's not a pot of gold! It's just a bunch of freakin' houses!

Day 93

April 3: Insectosaurus.

We splurged and took the whole family to see "Monsters vs Aliens." It was a lot of fun, and we always wonder why we don't do it more often. 

Then we payed $37.00 for tickets and $42.00 for concessions -- and we remember why we don't do it more often. 

And no, I don't smuggle my own candy in to the theater.

BECAUSE THEY ASK YOU NOT TO, THAT'S WHY!!

Day 94

April 4: Self Portrait.

You don't see this very often. 

Well, okay, once a week, but hardly ever on a Saturday. 

Day 95

April 5: One of my favorite things to do is share this photography bug with my kids. I get such a kick out of watching them explore their world in new ways.

My advice to them -- and anyone else -- is always to get closer. Move in to your subject and fill the frame. 

Life -- and art --  is in the details. 

Day 96

April 6: I'm actually shocked that there haven't been more of these shots. In the past 96 pictures, there has only been one other shot that took me right to the last moment. 

Day 97

April 7: Emma sees and hears EVERYTHING! But it's what comes out of her mouth -- her commentary on the world -- that puts me on the floor. 

The other evening we (my wife and I, and our older children) were sitting around the table discussing the iphone. Emma was coloring quietly at the other end of the table. Suddenly, she had had enough of our ridiculous conversation, and sarcastically blurted out:

"Oh, right! An Eye-Phone! Look at me, I'm making a phone call with my eye!"

Then she went back to coloring. 

This happens a lot. 

Day 98

April 8: I'm not a big fan of creating drama in my life -- enough of it comes along without any help. But God? He does drama right. 

Like a dark and heavy morning suddenly aflame, as the sun finds a small window between the storm clouds and the mountains. 

Photostory Friday: Randomness

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Randomness. 

Or, I can't think of anything to write, so  I'm winging it. 

Do you ever think about how random our lives are, and how significant that can be? One choice, one event changes everything. 

In Wyoming, along the old Pioneer trail, there is a point called the Parting of the Ways (I wish I had a picture of it, it would make a great Photostory). This is the point where the trails West diverge -- you can still see it to this day. The trail branches, with one path heading slightly north, the other slightly south. For miles and miles they run in sight of each other, but their eventual destinations are hundreds of miles apart -- one ends in Oregon, the other in California. 

I often think about one particular random (and tragic) event, that literally changed the course of my life. In 1975, when I was about two and a half, my brother Scott, who was almost eight, was being chased by some older boys while riding his bike, and was struck and killed by a car. A tragedy, no doubt. But...

My parents received a death benefit of $8,000, which amount gave them the opportunity to buy a house in Sandy, Utah. At the time they had no real prospects - or plans -- to buy a house anywhere. Moving to Sandy, I met Aaron, my best friend of now thirty three years. Eventually, Aaron introduced me to my wife. 

My wife, my kids, my home, my life all moved in one direction by a seemingly random event.  

Randomness or fate?

So in the spirit of randomness, I selected, at random, a picture from my files to tell you about. 

And boy did I luck out -- the pictures to either side of this are a half dead flower and a rather unflattering self portrait. 

This is a Healing Field. 

Healing Fields take place all over the country now, but this was the first. They were begun by a flag company here in Salt Lake City, as a tribute to the fallen heroes and victims of September 11, 2001. There is a field full of flags -- one for each person who lost their life on that terrible day. It is an awesome and overwhelming experience to stand quietly, in the midst of nearly three thousand American Flags. 

It makes you think about the randomness of life, actually.

How quickly life can change. 

How far reaching and profound one event can be.

365: Week 13

Day 85

March 26: Self portrait #2. Actually, I was trying to do some thing else, but... So what can you learn about me from this photograph -- I mean besides the fact that I obviously don't clean my mirrors?

Day 86

March 27: We're going to Disneyland in May. Mickey Mouse is ALL I think about lately. I can't begin to convey how much I need this trip. The Disney theme for 2009 is "What will you celebrate?"

This year we're celebrating the gift of life. 

Day 87

March 28: Victory! The Green Dragons (who like to call themselves the Choo Choo Trains -- because they're weird, nine years old boys) won the soccer game 8-0. 

Guess who scored the 8th goal...Matthew!!

It was his first goal ever! (Matt is number seven -- the kid in front, with the glasses).

Day 88

March 29: Brown Eyes. 

This is my niece Annie. If you ever visit Pam, you already know Annie. 

In our family, there are thirteen grandkids. Twelve of them have blue eyes (blue eyes are recessive, by the way). Only Annie has brown eyes. She turns three today (as I write on April 1st) and she and I have always had a special relationship. We've always been drawn to each other. 

I rarely get to see Annie anymore, as she is living in Tennessee now, and will soon be moving to Germany. But she has been in town this week and I got to see her Sunday and Monday. I'm cherishing this time, because she's going to be doing a lot more growing between visits, from now on, and I'm afraid that I won't have her all to myself anymore, from here on out. 

Day 89

March 30: Annie again. We were playing Liar Dice, and she was on my team.

She preferred to "make castles" with the dice. 

Day 90

March 31: A little hope. 

It's been snowing every other day here, for nearly a week now. It's frankly getting a little depressing. 

But someone forgot to tell the trees that it wasn't still Winter, and they've been moving right along with their plans for the Spring. 

Day 91

April 1: Magic beans!

These beans are magic, because even if it's snowing outside, you can pop some of these babies in your mouth and...

*POOF!*

Suddenly it Springtime!

In your mouth.

I wonder what would grow if Emma planted these in the garden?