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FATHER'S DAY

My dad died a long time ago when I was away at college.

Ever since, Father’s Day hasn’t been one of the more outstanding celebratory days. It isn’t because I can’t remember a lot of positive things about my dad, it’s more about a hole that I can’t seem to measure and which never really fills up.

Cancer introduced itself to my dad back in the mid sixties and then proceeded to stalk him for almost two decades before cutting him down at the age of 48.

So anyway, being in a melancholy mood, I thought I’d take a stab at writing a piece that might fit into the inspirational genre.


Knuckle-prints in the Sand

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with Monkey-Cam. Many scenes from our hiking adventures flashed across my memory.


In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was only one.


This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I really could have used a friend, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to Monkey-Cam,


“Monkey-Cam, you promised you’d always be my friend and that we’d be an inseparable team of narrative image photographers. But I have noticed that during our most challenging adventures there has only been one set of footprints. What’s up with that?”


Monkey-Cam replied in his inimitable pantomime gestural language, “Scott, those times when you only see one set of footprints, well, those are the times we rented a camel. Remember?”

“Oh yeah,” I said, “I forgot.”


Oblivion

Gulf


Support



Approaching the river


Hidden moon



Crossing the river


Wonderful night for a moondance



Party balloon

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  1. AnonymousOctober 16, 2008 at 3:48 PM

    No postings since June? Come on Scott, you're good and I'm sure plenty has happened and you've taken pictures. This is a big hello from Bernsey's friend Nancyd! :~) Let's hear from ya.

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  2. ScottOctober 16, 2008 at 4:29 PM

    Actually, no postings since September. I post a separate page for each entry (which I suppose is kind of counter-intuitive for a blog) so it is likely that you keep returning to the same old page. Check the blog archive - its located right under the top-five slideshow - and access all the entries for July and August as well. Alternatively, shorten the URL in your browser so it says only: http://thenarrativeimage.blogspot.com. That way, you'll always be taken to the most recent page.

    Also, I'm sorry I haven't been able to post anything since September. Sometimes my time isn't my own.

    scott

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