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Entries in Lynxton (108)

Monday
Jul292013

The boys in the backyard who were somewhere else, part three

The third boy I found in the backyard who was not there was the one in the house raising hell: Lynxton

There are about three shows I try to watch every week with Margie, Longmire is one of them. I put up all three posts during the commercial breaks.

Monday
Jul292013

A dream come true…

Last night I dreamt about Lynxton. He kept trying to get through doors that he was not supposed to go through, because there was danger on the other side. No matter how many times I would tell him, as soon as I turn my head he would be right back at the door trying to open it, trying to go through. He kept trying to play with electrical appliances and such, turning knobs pressing buttons. No matter how many times I would tell him, he kept at it. Then I got up and made coffee and cooked oatmeal. After I had eaten, he got up. I put in another cup of coffee. He got interested in the coffee maker and wanted to push all the buttons. I told him not to. As long as I was looking and telling him no, he would not push the buttons. As soon as he thought I wasn't, well you can see right here… I'm on my way to Anchorage again, I'm stopped at a red light and at this light I make this post.

Sunday
Jul282013

Reunion not with just one, but all three, posted on the move

Lavina's reunion with her sons also included Kalib and Lynxton, not just Jobe. So I decided I would try to get up another post before I left Anchorage and I would do it at stoplights. I might have succeeded too, but I was at only one stoplight for any length of time and there was some kind of police incident there, and since I photograph slices of life as I see from my car, I shot that with my "real" camera. Now I am in line at Taco Bell to get a snack before I go home so I am making my post from right here in this line.

Saturday
Jul272013

Airplanes, my dad, me, my wife and grandsons…

Can I tell you how much I love airplanes? I can't! I can't! You know already. Or you don't know. Nothing I can say can add to or subtract from your knowledge of the subject. But why? Why did I make that bad landing and put my airplane into the black spruce of Mentasta? When will I be able to get another? And what foolishness has overcome me that I would leave my Canon 5D Mark III hanging from my shoulder and shoot this rare instant with my iPhone? Just so I can Instagram it and post it quickly to my blog? One frame shot in the time I could've got off eight? Seven megapixels when I could have had 20? A flimsy, shallow, JPEG when I could've had a deep, resonant, CR2 RAW? I will probably regret it – no I already do regret it – but either way, these boys will know what their great-grandpa did.

Saturday
Jul272013

The plane their great grandfather learn to fly in

Here my grandsons are, just moments ago with my wife, alongside the airplane my dad learned to fly in. Well, not this exact plane I am sure but the make and model. In preparation to go out and fight a war. Goddamn I'm choking up and getting all teary-eyed just thinking about it.

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