No one enjoys Spring more than Nala who is happy to spend the entire day outside. She has worn a path through the garden (with no regard for plant life) along the road just inside the perimeter of her electric containment fence. At the first sign of a car or bicycle she sprints down the path to discourage any incursions onto our property. Absent these distractions she keeps a close eye on the field for any form of wildlife she deems unacceptable. Deer are at the top of her list. Speaking of running, I have been coerced by my colleagues to enter the Corporate Challenge Run next month. The 3+ mile event will draw 12,000 runners this year and proceeds will be used to fund summer camps for urban youth. This evening after work I joined my fellow team mates on a practice run. My knee held up very well on the 3.5 mile run but it is very clear that soccer endurance and muscles do not map to distance running at all. It was a challenge to keep up the pace with a group of guys that were not even born when I did my last training run for a road race. I am reminded how much more I prefer running after a ball than tediously in a straight line.
Jeanine and I took Nala for a walk around the neighborhood this evening and Maya joined us on her bike. It never ceases to amaze me how short Spring is in New England. In a matter of two or three weeks everything has turned a lush green aided by a greater than average amount of rainfall.
Sarinnagh celebrates her tenth birthday with Maya soon to follow. Maya and her friends got together and bought her an Ipod Shuffle and wrapped the miniature device inside a huge box hidden within one of three gift bags. All took delight as Sarinnagh slowly searched through the packaging to discover her present.
Immediately after her dance recital, Maya and I left to attend a birthday party being held at Harvard Stadium where the Boston Breakers professional women’s soccer team (in blue) was in action.
Maya performed in her first dance recital today. She has been studying jazz dance for several months and this is the first time we have had a chance to see her in action. She was absolutely terrific and more importantly seemed to really enjoy herself. She showed no signs of nervousness despite the scale of the venue and a standing room only audience which looked to number around 400.
Jeanine spent a good part of the day gardening. Rather than planting vegetables, I was a vegetable recovering from an exhausting week of work. Between the travel and long days I just needed a day of decompression. Nico refereed three soccer games netting him $60 and Kyle did some landscaping work. Maya played soccer and went shopping for a birthday present for a friend. I am in charge of dinner and we will be having ravioli this evening.
This week marks more than four years of continuous daily blogging and by my count some 3,136 posts. When I began keeping this daily journal, I postulated that taking a photo every day would improve my photography. In point of fact, it has had the opposite effect. I am often hard pressed to come up with a photo each and every day and frequently settle for what I call a grab shot, one lacking much artistic or creative merit, but none the less freezing a moment in time.
Although my initial photographic goal was not realized through the blog, I feel like I have received a far greater benefit than I could have ever imagined. It generally takes me much longer to write the words that accompany each photo and somehow I have come to believe that a few well chosen words are often worth a thousand photos.
I look forward to keeping up my routine over the next four years and hope my children will one day look back upon this journal and enjoy sharing these memories with their own children.
Stanford is the size of a small city and I got a great shot of the entire campus. The image is far too detailed to post here so I settled on this more limited view of the sports complex.
Today is a travel day back to Boston. My flight was oversold, so I gave up my seat for a free ticket. My alternate flight took me to San Francisco, and on approach, we flew over my alma mater, Stanford University. This photo is of Stanford’s radio telescope, affectionately referred to as the dish.
Less than a mile from some of the worst destruction, the Santa Barbara Mission was spared and makes a nice reminder of the beauty that remains. Despite the terrible losses suffered, I saw and heard about many acts of compassion and generosity.
When a house burns to the ground the only thing which remains is usually the fire place and items made of brick or clay. Out of respect for the homeowners and their property all my photos of the fire aftermath were taken with a telephoto lens from a great distance away. I elected not to take pictues if family members were present. These would have been journalistically powerful but I am not a journalist and after this experience I am not sure I could be. I strive to make images which capture the spirit of the people in them. Taking a picture of someone who is suffering is something I am not now and may never be ready to do.
I am camping on the beach again so each morning I get up at about 3:30am and head into the office. I grab a shower and work for a couple of hours. After the sun comes up I head out for breakfast and a little photography. I was surprised to see so many burned up vehicles. A house made of wood I can understand but a machine made primarily of steel seems like a much less vulnerable target.
