tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-806671613875975371.post4023787176135152153..comments2024-03-27T05:18:44.187-04:00Comments on pORTcITYdAILYpHOTO: Ax HeadBirdmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16634185585147630883noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-806671613875975371.post-50426005331675029462009-10-13T11:30:01.112-04:002009-10-13T11:30:01.112-04:00It's a rich, wonderful picture. Thank you for...It's a rich, wonderful picture. Thank you for sharing the story as well. It reminds me a little of this poem by Robert Hayden (minus the sharp regret!)--<br /><br />Those Winter Sundays<br /><br />Sundays too my father got up early<br />and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,<br />then with cracked hands that ached<br />from labor in the weekday weather made<br />banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.<br /><br />I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.<br />When the rooms were warm, he'd call,<br />and slowly I would rise and dress,<br />fearing the chronic angers of that house,<br /><br />Speaking indifferently to him,<br />who had driven out the cold<br />and polished my good shoes as well.<br />What did I know, what did I know<br />of love's austere and lonely offices?lizziviggihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15921603615699013169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-806671613875975371.post-54398121457566746112009-10-13T08:12:18.012-04:002009-10-13T08:12:18.012-04:00This is a beautiful photograph and a warming story...This is a beautiful photograph and a warming story. I also love hearing the exchange between siblings. It's so true, cam, my siblings and I could tell different stories about the exact same events. But usually we don't. Your brother does. Lucky, lucky you.brattcathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10382428477056833533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-806671613875975371.post-78983933922390155672009-10-13T06:19:10.074-04:002009-10-13T06:19:10.074-04:00One of my greatest pleasures is hearing 'the s...One of my greatest pleasures is hearing 'the story' of our lives in replay. It never ceases to amaze me that we all lived the same life the same houses(s).. but from many different perspectives. As many as our siblings can tell of each episode; and how it played out in their eyes. <br />I loved that tree by the kitchen window. I watched it through the seasons and my moods were brightened by its play of light. Thank you again, dear bro.camhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14818699347051816863noreply@blogger.com