2006/03/08
Old Images, Kissing, Missing in Stockholm
This may be my last blog for about 10 days or so. We leave for Oooooooklahoma on Saturday and I won't be blogging while I am gone. I have lots to do in the next two days.
I have been looking at old pictures and videos. The older ones are a comfort. There is less pain there than in more recent images, because I look at images from thirty or forty years ago. It is many years since I saw these photos and videos and I am grateful to be able to recapture images of us when we were young. I am struck by how many times Dennis and I were photographed kissing. He even took pictures of us sitting on the grass at Bird's Hill Park kissing, using a timer, of course. He was so good-looking. He had a killer smile. The videos are especially precious because they are animated and show expression. I remember how I felt and what was said when that video was taken in 1965. I was holding Noni as a child of about a year old and thinking: I hope we have a little girl like this some day. (Hey, we did!) Gary, the camera operator, says to Dennis: "Why don't you kiss her?" Dennis says, "Sure," and smiles. I hide my face in his shoulder. Then we are caught, kissing. I am lost in the mists of love and time.
I look at the pictures of our trip to Sweden with our daughter in 1990. There are plenty of pictures of the city, and quite a few of Margot and myself. I am sad to notice for the first time that there is not one picture of Dennis in Stockholm. He was always behind the camera. He often used to complain about the fact that there weren't as many pictures of him as of everyone else. Although there are more in recent times - pictures taken by Gary or our daughter.
Norman Cousins said, "A man comes to know himself through the pictures he takes." Dennis' pictures show him to be a man who loved beauty and nature, adventures in exotic places and family. There are thousands of images of family and friends. Most were taken at times of celebration or travel.
Tomorrow I go to sub at my old school, Island Lakes Community School. We just call it The Island. Grade 5 class, and I'm looking forward to it. Then got to get some $US and wash clothes and start packing.
So it's goodbye from me and it's goodbye from Suzie. Peace.
Remember: A man comes to know himself through the pictures he takes. - Norman Cousins
Old Images, Kissing, Missing in Stockholm
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I have been looking at old pictures and videos. The older ones are a comfort. There is less pain there than in more recent images, because I look at images from thirty or forty years ago. It is many years since I saw these photos and videos and I am grateful to be able to recapture images of us when we were young. I am struck by how many times Dennis and I were photographed kissing. He even took pictures of us sitting on the grass at Bird's Hill Park kissing, using a timer, of course. He was so good-looking. He had a killer smile. The videos are especially precious because they are animated and show expression. I remember how I felt and what was said when that video was taken in 1965. I was holding Noni as a child of about a year old and thinking: I hope we have a little girl like this some day. (Hey, we did!) Gary, the camera operator, says to Dennis: "Why don't you kiss her?" Dennis says, "Sure," and smiles. I hide my face in his shoulder. Then we are caught, kissing. I am lost in the mists of love and time.
I look at the pictures of our trip to Sweden with our daughter in 1990. There are plenty of pictures of the city, and quite a few of Margot and myself. I am sad to notice for the first time that there is not one picture of Dennis in Stockholm. He was always behind the camera. He often used to complain about the fact that there weren't as many pictures of him as of everyone else. Although there are more in recent times - pictures taken by Gary or our daughter.
Norman Cousins said, "A man comes to know himself through the pictures he takes." Dennis' pictures show him to be a man who loved beauty and nature, adventures in exotic places and family. There are thousands of images of family and friends. Most were taken at times of celebration or travel.
Tomorrow I go to sub at my old school, Island Lakes Community School. We just call it The Island. Grade 5 class, and I'm looking forward to it. Then got to get some $US and wash clothes and start packing.
So it's goodbye from me and it's goodbye from Suzie. Peace.
Remember: A man comes to know himself through the pictures he takes. - Norman Cousins
Old Images, Kissing, Missing in Stockholm
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