Chips

After school with grandpa. We had planned to see how the Sound sounds. But a class trip to the fountain had her worn out, she said let’s go to your house and draw. Perfect as my energy level and mobility was minimal.

She rests a bit waiting for the bus to grandpas.

Arriving at my apt. she visits old friends Thomas the Train A fierce and fun game of bouncy ball. A soccer super ball a favorite game with different rules every time we start. The only real rule is laughing. She works on a Mythical bird with a bowl of Cape Cod Chips. She drops a crayon in the chips.

Don’t eat the crayon

We got your rocks, leafs, branches, flowers and toys. I ask her what does this look like? A sheepish grin as she say My Room. Other than her room she is very organized wanting everything in place. We laugh wildly.

Once a man twice a child, my friend Arnold told me this as his age and health slowed has activity. Inara comes out from the bathroom frustrated her shirt was inside out I turned it back and started to put it on her. I can do it grandpa. Like the little old man she asks for help but insists on doing what she can. The little old man does the same the difference being she will grow and be able to do these things. The little old man needs more help with many things to never do again.

peace pjc

A Life in Photographic Art

A page from the past.

I had the privilege of celebrating the Forth of July Independence Day with two different generations. Being an observer and one who ponders, listens to what is said between the lines I found myself in my element at both gatherings. Image above is of a graphic designer pre-software where you had to create with a pen. She worked at design firms in NYC once with the man who hand lettered “Cadillac” his calligraphy stood the test of time. She marveled at what could be done on the computer now and I thought of how much more involved the artist was with a pen.

On the Forth I spent a beautiful afternoon with a group of friends who for the most part are younger than me. I felt right at home in both places and enjoyed the similarities of celebrations.

Back on the fifth this man posed for the photo something very common from that period. I remember looking looking at family photos from the fifties and seeing the same expression on aunts and uncles in every image.

The weather was splendid both days and both groups sought out shade. One of the similarities, also similar were chips, dips, hot dogs [or bratwurst] and a sharing of independence, America and its freedom. There were many different views of where we are as a nation I am sure but all were put aside for the sharing of commonality. There was talk from the older folks on the fifth of the war [WW2] and branches of service but the dominant theme was laughter and diet cheating. The main difference was music. There was music on the fifth and folks sang along to the hits of the forties shared voices and memories. On the forth we shared stories of concerts. Outrageous events from our youth and last week. Thanks to all for letting me into your stories. enjoy pjc

Photographic Art

Last Days of prints for the people, change is coming.

Once a Man Twice a Child an Afternoon with Inara

Independence Generations Celebrations