July, 2006 Archives

Preston

July 17th, 2006

This weekend I took pictures of my friend’s kids
at the Arboretum. (A friend I’ve had since I was
born…literally.) This picture makes me laugh; it’s
so typical of kids having their portraits done.

Here are my pictures from my trip to Mexico. I tried to narrow it down significantly, but I couldn’t get it under 245. So…have fun. Slideshow is the fastest way to look at them, but if you go to the individual pictures I put descriptions if you want to know what’s going on.

Oh and I should warn you they’re not very great…much closer to your standard generic vacation pictures than what I usually do. It was just that kind of a trip. Most are taken with my point-and-shoot with a screen that I couldn’t see in the sunlight. So don’t try to critique them or anything; I know they’re not great. And I’m in quite a few of them, which is highly unusual.

I left home a few minutes early today. Because of this I stopped to get gas. Because of this I was stopped by a train. Because of this I got stuck at the end of a large group of cars. Because of this I turned east early and took a slightly different way to work. Because of this I was behind the car that hit the kitten that came out of nowhere.

I can still see the whole thing very freshly in my mind. He was orange. My only comfort was that he was left in the middle of the lane so the cars went over him instead of driving over him. And that when I went back to see if he was ok, he looked very peaceful. If he was a stray–which I assume he was, since he darted out from below the High Five mess–he may have been saved from a long, hard life on the streets.

But…

It is one thing to see death.

It is quite another to witness it.

While I was on vacation I read Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden. I thought the movie was pretty good, so I figured the book would be better. And, of course, it was. Good story, well-written, and pretty closely-adapted to movie form. All good. I felt a little deceived when I read the postscript, but otherwise enjoyed it thoroughly.

Next I read The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver, and I wished I’d read it before the other one because I couldn’t stand to put it down. It was sad, tragic, fascinating, beautiful, even funny at times…everything you could ask for in a book. Set in the 1960s, it’s about a missionary family in the Congo and is narrated by the mother and four daughters who each have a distinctive voice and perspective on events. I thought it was the best book I’d read in a long time. Highly recommended. Three thumbs up.

Well I thought I was done with the vacation pictures but I found
another one I liked. Pretty generic, I know, but I still liked it.