As a
side note and a beginning thought, I’d like to draw special attention to the last
couple of photos I’ve posted. Did you know my family does things like a herd of
ants? One ant in an ant herd finds food, tells the rest and then they all
follow by traveling out to get the same food. Stay with me. I have a feeling that was the
lamest analogy EVER. What I mean is this; One day, one of my family members decided
to buy Chaco’s. Before I knew it, everyone in my family owned a pair and before
I knew whether or not I liked them, I bought a pair too. Some went for basic
black, a few liked the toe strap, some preferred the slip on style and others
in my family may not want to wear Chaco’s on their feet but my bet is that it’ll
show up as their next tattoo. A few years later, one of my brothers started
racing bicycles in college….so the rest of my family started hoarding bicycles.
Now we believe in cycling instead of driving cars. We cycle for leisure, competition,
birthday parties and family reunions. I don’t have my bike anymore because it
was stolen but I left my bike rack on my car for 6 months after just so that I people
would think I was a cyclist. This year, some of you will be getting a 2012 Newton
Holiday Greeting with a picture of Newton’s on……
bicycles.
When
one of my sisters started a new hobby in photography she bought a really nice
camera.
Now,
every female in my family straps on a camera of the same kind or one of equal
quality before we go for walks. Conversations aren’t even interrupted by the
camera because they have become a natural integration into our conversation. But
I don’t really own a camera. I choose to use the Skype camera on my computer
because I can take a picture and save it directly to my desktop without a flash
drive or memory card. It’s sort of hassle free. It takes pretty good photos and
only a lot of adjusting and readjusting to get the right place in focus. Everything
shows up opposite on the screen, which is kinda cool and makes me dizzy. When I
move the object right, it looks like it’s going left. I can’t figure it out but
without a good mystery life and photography would be boring. I don’t feel like
writing any more about my pictures although I’m thinking about posting my
pictures on Facebook and I’ll let the images do the rest of my talking. You can
send them to all your friends. The more “likes” I get, the more possible it
will be to get my Skype photography business up and running. So, I will really
appreciate your help. The more supporters I can rally behind me the better. Right
now my portfolio is made up of self portraits, in a variety of poses of course,
and church bulletins…alright, Let me tell you about The Three Amigos.
In my
last post I told you about a 13-year-old-boy.
I’m going to tell you about a thirteen year old boy again-but a
different one.
It
was Sunday and the 13-year-old-boy called attention to a title on the bulletin,
“The Three Amigos.” Perhaps more significant to me, but as I reflect on the
story of The Three Amigos and the uniqueness of this boy’s short but full history,
I am curious.
Loyalty,
companionship, comradery and adventure – all words that ring true to the story
of The Three Amigo’s. Where have those things been true in his life? Where have
they felt absent? Maybe it explains the way he is quick to attach himself to a
person, almost cling to them.
He
pointed to the title and then to himself, me and my 32-year-old-boy who sat on
the other side of me. That day, we were The Three Amigos. We were a part of
him.
He’s
the kind of boy you’d imagine finding on a baseball field. His tan skin would
never get burnt-just more tan and his hair would turn increasingly sun-bleached.
He’s the kid you identify on the football field by his shoes. He wears football
cleats 2 sizes too big-not because he has to but because he chooses to. Sitting still could be his biggest nightmare
and when he tells you that he hates you what he really means is, you’re the
only one I trust to hold my anger without retaliation. That’s why his voice was
all the sweeter, off-tune and mumbled, when he began to sing beside me in
church yesterday. I hope this boy will someday fully understand that the one he
was singing to is,
The
One big and kind enough to hold all of his anger. I hope too, to be a part of
him for longer.
