Having grown up on a Michigan farm, he developed a passion for the sea when he moved to Seattle. He developed a habit of writing his poetry in sight of large bodies of water.
I inherited this habit and honed it to perfection in my teens when I would drive to the beach at night and slouch there, pen in hand staring out through the fading light. This odd behavior at least once provoked a cop to rap on the window and see if I was all right.
However as you can see in this photo I am not amused by being held above the breakers, which I might never have seen before (I look to be about two yeas old).
Nice to have a photograph which evokes such strong memories, even if you don't remember the actual event.
ReplyDeletegreat unusual shot, to me at least.
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Despite your doubts your father has a safe hold on you.
ReplyDeleteA simple picture bringing so many memories. And I agree with you about the sea : there is something about the joining of sea and land (the coast rather than the sea I suppose) that is so inspirational.
ReplyDeleteThose rocks looks so high and precarious, and yet your father looks so sure-footed and comfortable. Thank you for using words to paint the atmosphere and sounds. It's a wonderful photograph.
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