Reconsidered

GAME POINT - A mother tells her son to stop running around the aisles just as the Gator baseball team beats South Carolina 8-3 at the Alfred A. McKethan stadium.


My dad tells a lot of dad-like narratives. There's the one about throwing rotten eggs at the neighbor's house on Halloween, the one about being tied up in the trunk of a car and driven through six counties during Pledge Week, the one about waking up in front of the Lincoln Memorial, etc.

Sometimes he throws in a life lesson. For the eggs, it's "bury your eggs two weeks before Halloween--no more, no less." For the car trunk, it's "stay cool, you'll get to where you're going somehow." Every time, my sisters and I roll our eyes. Usually it's something we've heard before.

So, it's a little funny and confusing when bits of his reflections come back to me and end up being useful. Like a saying from his fifth grade English teacher: Writing is like baking a cake. You have to let it cool, sit, cool some more. Eventually you can come back and add the frosting.

As lame as it sounds, maybe photography is similar. I never paid much attention to the photo above. The lighting was weird and their skin looked oily and it was just some people at a baseball game. It took me a year to forget that and see what's actually there.