Walking. With #1 Son.

383 consecutive days. Like in a Row. Morning Walk to Cove Island Park. You’ll say, impossible. I’m telling you, you don’t understand the Wiring. Only 1 day during the streak that put it in jeopardy, and that’s a story for another day.

Back to this morning’s walk.  Eric’s on My Mind.

We set up a makeshift office for him in the attic.  A white IKEA desk. A desk chair from Staples. A floor mat under the chair from Amazon. A small single bed against the wall.  And there he hibernates. 

Late night, he shifts in the chair, the floorboards creak, his office directly above the Master bedroom. His chair directly on top of me, sleeping. He’ll be editing his photos, the same photos for hours. Days. The penguin from South Africa, that one up top, took weeks. Deliberate. Meticulous. Punctilious. Like a Professional.

He crawls into bed at ~3 a.m. About the time when his Dad, me, stirs, getting ready for his Daybreak walk.

He’ll bank frequent flier points and travel to exotic points. Planning his days, his flights, his hotels, his shoot locations for weeks. His Dad, would need to be crowbarred from the House — his Life full, meaning FULL, all within 50 miles of all points from the GPS location of his Bed.

Eric will sit on location waiting for just the right light, just the right conditions, camera securely resting on the tripod while the world comes to him. His Dad, is the anti-wait-for-anything. Time rushing, the World Rushing in from all directions, gushing over a spillway. Bad light here? Move. Nothing inspiring? Drive 10 miles to find Inspiration. And be damned if he won’t find it. Rachel Cusk: “You always try to force things … It’s as if you think nothing would ever happen, unless you made it.

He’ll pull a cool drink from his pack while he sits and waits. His Dad, chewing the Hell out of his two sticks of Juicy Fruit gum, chomping in rhythm with his march to the next location, pausing only briefly to switch lenses— and this switch over, like a Nascar tire change, not a second wasted before he’s back in race again. Like a Shark, gotta keep moving to keep oxygen flowing to live.

It’s a few minutes past sunrise, the Big Show.  I pause to watch two geese approaching overhead, silently, no honking, just the beat of wings. Wing flaps out, both slide and splash down into the Cove, leaving a wake behind them.

Elizabeth Bishop: “Why shouldn’t we, so generally addicted to the gigantic, at last have some small works of art, some short poems, short pieces of music […], some intimate, low-voiced, and delicate things in our mostly huge and roaring, glaring world?” 

There’s my small work of art this morning.  All experienced while my Son sleeps.

Thank God he’s not me.


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Comments

  1. There’s the story telling DK that many of us have missed. Thanks for another look into your head.

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  2. Two sides of a creative mind, yours and his. I am always amazed at the kids I created. That penguin picture is amazing! But so is yours.

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  3. 2 approaches, 2 creative souls, 2 who see the miracles in life, 1 common end – the sharing of such beauty

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  4. Thank you, David. You’ve played a stop-action narrative video for us that… what? I don’t want to say “explains things” because I’m not reading your biography- that would sound too… um…voyeuristic.. and yet these snapshots oddly help me to know myself better, too. As Carl Rogers said: “What is most personal is most universal.” Your son’s patience and persistence is me; your restlessness is me.

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  5. It’s a good thing we’re not all the same. There are good points in all of us and we each have to do things our own way.

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  6. Anonymous says:

    Thanks for sharing Eric with us…blessings!

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  7. Ahhh, there he is, the raconteur we all know and love, slowly, skillfully drawing us in with a heady mixture of word and image. You and Eric each finding beauty in your own place, your own space, yet charming us equally.

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  8. Michael Zahaby says:

    Both pics are spectacular. As my late wife and many southerners would say “you did good”

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  9. Thank god he’s there for you to learn from… and see yourself in him. 💛🙏💛

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  10. at least you would move if there is bad light; I’d just take the picture and call it a day.

    it’s nice to read about the passion your son has for what he does…

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  11. How you could manage to self-deprecate despite posting one glorious photo after another..The Kanigan eye – whether assessing magnificence from thousands of miles away or right around the corner – is what this is all about – and those eyes are fantastic.

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  12. Right back at ya, pal!

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  13. Beautiful penguin shot. Beautiful cove shot. Seems like there’s a family gene pool that makes y’all fabulous photographers! And yes, aren’t we different from our kids?! 🍃

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  14. Since I do not know the story, I had to read most of the comments and from your post and the comments I begin to get a story. Is there a post that tells about you, family, the love of taking pictures, or someone love of taking pictures. Your style of writing makes me want to get to know you better. Curious.

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