Twist

There are few things I can look at endlessly, photorealistic paintings and street photography.  Both depict the everyday, weaving the strange and the familiar.  Their details so sumptuous I find myself lost.

Not My Daughter's Ponytail

According to my friend Jonathan, it's okay to photograph the same subject repeatedly.  So I admit to being hair obsessed.  I admire it all -  - furry arms and fluffy chests, a rough beard and fuzzy shaved head. 

I am deeply enamored with my son's mop.  He forever twirls his hair, and I want to touch it too, as much as he.  I hold back when he's among friends but I used to pet his head anytime.  Now that I am grown up, I am more restrained.

Eight The Great

Today, my little not-so-little guy is eight.  He is strong when I am weak.  Tender when I am difficult.  How lucky I am to receive his boundless affection.  He easily picks me up in a swimming pool and beats me in a race to the bottom.  With one hug he can knock me off my feet.  He is literally from the Specifc Ocean, breaking down big ideas to essentials.  And just last night I found him curled up in my bed watching...  wait for it...  Blue's Clues.

Recurring Theme

We saw things differently, like we have so many times before.  One of us went to a dark place.  I became invisible.  As history does, it will recur.

While I do believe that the only constant in the universe is change, some things never will.