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Before Simon could give his oral animal report in his third grade class yesterday he had to have an emergency early morning visit to the dentist for a little oral surgery to have a cavity filled and another tooth extracted- luckily it was a baby tooth. His report was on the Bongo, a form of antelope that lives in parts of Africa, and he worked so hard on it and was so ready for his presentation that after he came home from the dentist, Debbie emailed his teacher who said that he could do it the following day, but Simon being the tropper he is went back to school and was the first one in the class to give his report!
There’s a surfboard amongst our quiver that doesn’t really get taken out much. It’s a custom Gordon & Smith 6′-2″ swallowtail made around 1973. It was my brothers’ board. We picked it up in La Jolla on on way to the Hawaiian Islands from Florida for a family vacation. I remember we took the board out at Wind and Sea the afternoon we left the surf shop. I was on my purple G&S which now resides in Lois’ garage on the north shore of Kauai and my brother Allan was on this board. I honestly don’t remember how we hauled those boards all over the islands back then, but I do remember Allan stepping on a sea urchin near Kona and peeing on the bottom of his foot. I’m not sure how I ended up with his board. I vaguely recall him handing it over to me the last time I saw him probably 10 years ago. It was all dinged up and I took it to Skip at Aquatech who said the board is great and belongs on a wall. Ollie took it out this morning at Bay Street. As he was walking into the water one of the other older guys who often stand on the beach looked at the G&S then at me and said, “Nice board.” I told him a brief history while Ollie caught a small right. “Looks, like he’s got it dialed in already.” he said.
I don’t really remember graduating middle school but I’m sure I didn’t wear a black leather bow tie. Big proud mom & dad shout out of congratulations to Theo who will leaves Lincoln Midddle School and starts high school in the fall!
Monday. Kids slowly trickle back to school like introducing new fish to an aquarium. It’s been cold, but today the sun is out and we are supposed to have a high in the mid 70’s. Sam goes back to Grinnell on friday it’s 11:30 and he’s still asleep upstairs. It’s strange when kids grow up and come back home to visit. You want them around you so much but you also know they need to be away from home to grow. Henry wants to be somewhere else so badly but as a dad I feel he’s not ready. Sometimes the things he says hurts and knocks me for a loop me and it makes it hard for me to hold him close but I guess you just brush yourself off a bit and carry on.
I order coffee, bacon and toast. Try settling yourself, to read or write while having breakfast at the cafe in El Capitan, these friggin’ devices are becoming all-consuming, slowly taking away our cameras, books, pens and pencils. I’m taking the morning off from the morning rush at my home. A day shooting up here slightly reunites me with nature while defining what Metrosexual is at this upscale campground with canvas tents, wood floors, just minutes from the PCH and the Pacific Ocean. I feel sandwiched in between a midnight visit from skunks and a sunrise greeting from a family of deer both wondering what our idea of trash is. A human family walks into the cafe, each wearing part Patagonia and part pajamas. Mom, dad, 2 boys and a girl. The parents are calm but have a tired worn down look about them that I know all to well. Getting to the Great Outdoors is hard work these days. “Tyler, stop spitting on my food when you talk.” “Mommy look at the ceiling, Mommy look at the ceiling, Mommy look at the ceiling…” One of the kids is lining up all the plastic utensils on the floor thinking that the cafes’ sense of ordering is boring. Mom and dad have each taken a kid to the bathroom and dad announces there will be no more trips to the potty. My bacon comes, it’s too crispy for my liking. Mom and dad are alone, their kids are done with their breakfasts and are running around outside. They glance at each other with a look in their eyes- a look I would call love.
It’s been said that when you take photographs at an event you miss the actual life experience of what is going on around you. Sometimes this is true with school plays, sporting events, and even jobs that I’m shooting. I loose track of the score, the plot and what shot we are on. My little world becomes what is going on in the viewfinder and tune whatever is around me out.
The other day while camping in Sequoia we were getting ready to eat Sam’s birthday cake around a large redwood picnic table. We called everyone who was at the campsite to gather around. Some people were out mountain biking, hiking, or soaking in a hot tub. While Debbie was putting 18 candles on the cake people were making jokes about Sam being all grown up, going off to Iowa for college and voting. I had my camera out and was setting up “the shot” of the cake and trying to find the best background. I looked over to my side and saw Sam watching the action and taking it all in. Simon walked up to Sam leaned on him and held his hand very tight. I knelt down and shot a few frames and returned to the cake. When everyone was singing and Sam was blowing out the candles that the wind didn’t already blow out I knew I had the best present I could ever want- Those few frames of my littlest boy and my young man.
As we get ready our camping gear to make our annual journey to Sequoia I just realized there wasn’t a posting from last years trip. That’s not to say the event wasn’t documented nor exciting. There was Dave’s giant fires, rolling a giant log into our campsite, ukuleles galore, birthdays, haircuts,U.B.S- unconfirmed bear sightings, paella night, 6″ of snow, a speeding ticket (me) and culminated with stitches at an emergency room in Bakersfield, that would be Ollie.
Back to packing…Thank the gods we have a paramedic with us again this year.