A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words
Yesterday, Jame sent the photo below of Spence that he took at Northwestern’s lakefront to me.
I instantly loved it.
I loved the colors, the composition, and Spencer’s expression. And it got me thinking about all of the other cherished photos we’ve taken over the years.
So I went on a digital photo safari, hunting down the photos that captured me.
And today, I’m going to let the old saying, “a picture is worth a thousand words” speak for itself.
Here are some of my most-cherished photos.
A storm approaches as we barrel across Wyoming’s vast farm country. The clouds reach to the heavens. We are completely insignificant in scale.
“Yet the best determining factor of how comfortable we are with ourselves, is our ability to laugh at ourselves.” – Wes Adamson
Logan, as drum major, conducting his high school band on a bone-numbingly cold November afternoon.
This is Logan’s shot. He somehow recognized the potential drama in an industrial plant on the outskirts of Neenah, WI.
Me and my boy who gives me great joy.
Saxophone septet strolling into a musical contest, via Abbey Road. (Logan is third from the left.) (Photo credit: Kim G.)
Lilacs and peonies from our garden. April showers brought lovely May flowers.
O’ Christmas tree, how lovely are thy branches. Three months away, folks!
There’s nothing remarkable about the quality of this photo. It’s the content that’s mind-boggling. Logan’s friend, Brian, on the left, ran into his doppleganger at a Northwestern basketball game, right down to the same glasses and cap.
Logan and I rushed outside to capture this odd, tubular storm front rolling in over the pond beyond our home. This is his spectacular shot.
One of these things is not like the other . . . Our pooch, Tia, amidst homespun bedrolls made specially for homeless vets.
Spence and Ronald chilling at the Mellow Mushroom in Asheville, NC.
Peonies after the rain.
Oh, what insufferable boors these younger brothers can be!
The wetlands behind our house looking for all the world like the Yorkshire moors in Wuthering Heights. Poor, poor tortured Heathcliff. I read Wuthering Heights when I was home sick one day from 6th grade. It just about broke my pre-adolescent heart!
Father and son bonding – it can’t be beat!
Daybreak from our front walkway a week or two ago. G’morning!
And a symphonic sunset from the back deck last winter. G’night!
Bath time fun.
This was at the National Gallery of Art in DC. “Hey who does this painting look like?” Jame asks as he strikes a pose.
My two goofballs at a Chi-Town Shake Shack.
My ever-faithful canine companion, Tia.
Me and my honey at a scenic overlook on the way to the East Coast.
And the brothers walking side by side down one of life’s many byways.
What joy photos bring!
They permanently record fleeting memories.
They become a part of a family’s history.
They’re, indeed, worth a thousand words.