This image is from SFO looking out our plane window... descending night, fog dancing, unknown shadows just wandering away against the glass. Heading home, from any trip, always gives me a dash of ambivalent feelings. Home is where the heart is for sure, but part of my heart remains with Joanne and Bruce. It's not easy having them so far away, but for now, I know it has to be. I still remember the day Mom brought her through the door on Stevens Avenue. It was a whole new thing. Something I had never witnessed before-- a baby. I would hike myself up enough to just barely peer over the edge of her crib and stare in to the form nestled in the pink blankets. I was amazed. I was happy. I was confused. Who is this? Where did she come from? Why is she here? Where's my puppy? I have vague recollections of brother Martin and sis Constance joining the family, but Joanne was different. I have watched her literally grow up before my eyes, from that afternoon on Stevens to Oregon. She's done quite well. Adios then. Till September at Higgins Beach... I hope
Monday, July 11, 2011
Day Five
This image is from SFO looking out our plane window... descending night, fog dancing, unknown shadows just wandering away against the glass. Heading home, from any trip, always gives me a dash of ambivalent feelings. Home is where the heart is for sure, but part of my heart remains with Joanne and Bruce. It's not easy having them so far away, but for now, I know it has to be. I still remember the day Mom brought her through the door on Stevens Avenue. It was a whole new thing. Something I had never witnessed before-- a baby. I would hike myself up enough to just barely peer over the edge of her crib and stare in to the form nestled in the pink blankets. I was amazed. I was happy. I was confused. Who is this? Where did she come from? Why is she here? Where's my puppy? I have vague recollections of brother Martin and sis Constance joining the family, but Joanne was different. I have watched her literally grow up before my eyes, from that afternoon on Stevens to Oregon. She's done quite well. Adios then. Till September at Higgins Beach... I hope
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Beautiful post, and "Where's my puppy?" made me laff!
ReplyDeleteI think that there's a strong bond between the two of you! Interesting how thaat happens.
ReplyDeletetenderly beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI have siblings so I can relate...especially the younger ones. Really lovely post. But I bet she'll miss you just the same :-)
ReplyDeleteI miss my brother who is way off in the middle of Mississippi. Great post!
ReplyDeleteShe was 'born' to me when she was 15...and I, too, have watched her 'grow up'. There is no one like her.
ReplyDeleteNow about that stupid puppy that keeps coming up in your writings...
Such a great post Birdman, so many questions??? Not long till September.. sounds like you had way much more fun with your Sis, than a puppy, or maybe you got both!!
ReplyDeleteThis is an airport I've traveled through many, many times since I worked a 6 month contract in San Francisco. I don't think I've ever seen such a warm glowing reflection on the windows. Great capture!
ReplyDeleteLove the thoughts... I thought that I was going to be an only child (was I not perfect already) and they brought home my sister. She grew a bit and one day she broke all of my crayons while I was napping... Then, my parents had four more. Where is that puppy?!
ReplyDeleteBises,
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Puppy????
ReplyDeleteStill waitin!
Great post today, Birdman. First, I love the photo. Wonderful colors and reflections. And, of course, your comments about your sister are heart-warming, even though you and I are guys and aren't supposed to have or express feelings like this. (And third, I love Elenka's response about the puppy . . . just go get one, she will get used to it.)
ReplyDeleteLove the puppy remark! I like the photo you used with your words. Very nice!
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ReplyDeleteAh BM, your comment made me weep but that's me, the baby!! Thank-you for being YOU!
ReplyDeleteA heart-warming post Birdman!
ReplyDeleteVery cool modern art photo.
ReplyDeleteAhh, the photo matches the blurring pace of life. The windows like so many frames of film, snapshots of what is,was, and will be. Happy for you to have spent a bit of time with you sister. Great post.
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Quite different here, most of the relatives are within walking distance and I am not so sure to always appreciate this luck...
ReplyDeleteAwesome shot.
ReplyDeleteDeep image, great warm text. I know the feeling, my closest brothers live in other country (Georgia, Russia attacked it in 2008). And I envy to your ability to be so openhearted in the blog posts. At least I try to be in my comments))
ReplyDeleteI feel for you Birdman. Have a nice evening!
ReplyDeletePS: My baby brother lives abroad... so we do video calls. I think I will have my martini now!
Feeling a bit melancholy today? Very interesting shot.
ReplyDeleteThis is so pretty and somewhat abstract too. Isn't that the truth about coming home from a trip, you're happy and sad at the same time.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I am torn between what I love most, your images or your words. I wish I had your gifts. Parting is such sweet sorrow. I have the same feeling every single time I board that plane at Charles de Gaulle to head home. I"m always conflicted!
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I think we have all been there at one time or another. Great post.
ReplyDeleteThe image is at once a dream, a memoir and an unfolding Japanese screen. One of your best.
ReplyDeleteHmmmmm....I don't recall those type of sweet, loving feelings when my parents brought my brother home from the hospital. lol
ReplyDeleteExcellent image, Birdman. And how lucky your sibs are to have such a brother. Do you have room in that big family of yours for one more curly headed sister?
ReplyDeleteEvocative photo and interesting post.
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