Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Buddha Statue

While in San Francisco we had to stop in Chinatown. It was 10 blocks from the hotel, on the cable car route, which for Jordan meant a ride no matter how long the wait. I think her favorite thing about the trip was the cable cars and the ability to ride standing on the side step while holding onto the railing. I have to admit; it was fun.

Jordan loves trinkets and I doubt there is a better place in the world to find a trinket than in Chinatown. It’s a virtual plethora of the colorful, useless and endlessly annoying items that seem to draw children and adults alike to lay down good money for the souvenirs. Whatever the draw they are a necessary accompaniment to any vacation trip. In time, long after the trip and while cleaning a long forgotten shoebox, the trinket will bring back a memory of youthful exuberance, a family bond and a yearning for a simpler time.

That’s what this image does for me. This statue of Buddha reminded me of the small statues my father brought back from Thailand when I was a kid. It reminded me of the wonder I had about the far away places he had been and seen. It reminded me of the times when my family was the closest and the times when I viewed my father as the hero, the man I wanted to be and the person I least wanted to disappoint. I wonder whatever happened to those old statues he brought home from that far away place?

San Francisco

I was going to write about our trip to San Francisco the usual way, sort of a travelogue that outlined our comings and goings over the three days we spent in the city. But the more I wrote, the more bored I became and I wondered if anyone really cared about the details. So I decided to write a little differently, a little more personal, a little more passionately.

I love going to places with Jordan and Diane for the first time. We get to experience things together first hand and I get to see their faces and enthusiasm as they see something new. In this day and age, it seems that it’s really difficult to accomplish this, but in some respects, it really isn’t that hard once you think about it. Jordan continually asks questions to which I sometimes have the answers, but more often than not, I have to really think about the question and see how it applies to my previous experiences.

The first thing that comes to mind is that I used to have the same questions as a kid but never asked them out loud. It’s one of life’s pleasures to be asked the questions. I really should be extremely grateful for the gift she gives me. The next thing that comes to mind is the level of imagination this child has. She has a furtive mind and is endlessly curious even though she’s shy and sometimes a little apprehensive in engaging the world.

Diane and I enjoy the time away because we can just BE. I’m not sure it’s as much of a joy for her but it certainly is for me. I like the unknown, the ability to wonder around with no real time table or schedule. Diane and Jordan really like to know what’s next but they seem to let go and trust that I’ll take care of it, and them. That’s immensely rewarding and I should be grateful for that gift.

So we traveled to San Francisco. We did the touristy things and we enjoyed it. But I came away with a lesson in what I should be grateful for and how the two most important women in my life give me gifts everyday. It was a really enjoyable and rewarding trip. I was fulfilled that weekend. I was comfortable.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Diane III

This entry is dedicated to my lovely and beautiful wife Diane on the anniversary of our first year of marriage. This time last year we were in Vegas getting ready for our wedding.


These were taken for an assignment in a workshop I took in 2004. These are some of my favorite images of her because I get to to see the rare playful side of her. It was a load of fun doing this together and we really need to do it again.


Anyway, this is to you honey. Thanks for being married to me and putting up with everything I throw at you; there’s a special place in heaven for you. You are a good woman in every sense of the word. I love you!