Category: 1983

Colonel

man standing winter branches, sky.
I realized my dad was a person when I was 19 or 20 y.o. Before that I thought he was a magician, a giant, the last survivor of a kind and gentle people or the sun moon and stars. He practiced maintenance on that which couldn’t be maintained, he saved love, he loved peace, he left quietly.

grandfather with grandson and dog

我十九、二十岁的时候才意识到，我的父亲也是个人。在那之前，我一直觉得他是个魔术师，一个巨人，一个善良温和的民族最后的幸存者，或者说是日月星辰。他守护着那些无法守护的事物，他守护着爱，他热爱和平，他静静地离开了。

DVM

Line lived on Rosni Farm, she lived near McCoy, she lived in Wake Forest, she lived in the Glendale neighborhood of Jacksonville, she lived in downtown Quincy Florida, she lived in Albemarle County. She swam in the James, the Rapidan, the St. Johns, the New and the Apalachicola rivers. She went to ground in Charlottesville, beneath a Japanese maple from my natal home.
Yesterday Matilda and I visited Line’s Charlottesville veterinarian. The DVM is retiring at month’s end following near 50 years healing animals. A good life and a great gift to this community.

Grandfather and Granddaughter

I’ve been scanning old negatives. The window into the past is contact sheets, but if a negative is dreadfully under or overexposed, the image will not be visible. So I saw this composition once, in 1983 when I took the photo. Yesterday I saw it a second time. My father and his granddaughter. A good man. Letting the sleeping baby lie. Photo from Providence RI, the Hidden Street house.
This was the twins first foray north of the Mason Dixon line.