are still so tiny, yet so much bigger than when I first took her in my arms. She is growing so wonderfully sure of herself ( out of the blue she decided she would learn to play the violin). And while it seems at times there is growing this gulf between us- I know it's going to grow even bigger. Thats OK, I understand she needs the room to be her! Right now our love still bridges that gulf, easily- her hand still reaches all the way to mine- and I live in prayer that her mother and I will be able to hold on to that love AND let her become herself!
of Leonard Brothers Department Stores. A room full of bits and pieces of the past, some of which confirmed very early childhood memories of mine- Like the monorail that ran around the ceiling of the top department at Christmas time! If you look at the directory you can see enties for linoleum and lay-a-way, as well as lumber. I dont know how many floors, buildings they occupied in downtown Ft Worth just that in the day of catalog shopping being the most expanded version of shopping available, they were something else! The admission to the museum is free, and you get a free plastic cup if you want or you can go next door to the M&O Grill and have one of the best hamburgers you will ever eat. Thats M & O for Marvin and Obie. Oh, and I'll bet there are lots of other memories, like mine, left as well.
even though i dont know their names and probably never will. Their mother said OK to me photographing them at the Japanese Gardens in Ft Worth and I was glad I asked.
He is just as definite, as positive about the correctness of his opinions, and as willing to listen- openly, to yours- as he was when I met him over thirty-five years ago. His crew cut is not as full as it was then ( nor do I have the hair for even the least of pony tails). And he still has that little smile that lets you know he cares. My friend, George.
I'm getting more than a little puzzled as to why my uploads aren't sharp? This is at 150dpi and the cypress trees are tack sharp ( like they are supposed to be) in my file. The rest of the image is just slightly out of focus. So- to the two people who look at this blog- any ideas?
I was born in Texas and have lived here all my life.I have been taking photographs for more than sixty years. I have been married for forty-six years. I have been a father for twenty-two years.I still have the second camera and the second car I ever bought. A Miranda G and a 65Mustang.
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are still so tiny, yet so much bigger than when I first took her in my arms. She is growing so wonderfully sure of herself ( out of the blue she decided she would learn to play the violin). And while it seems at times there is growing this gulf between us- I know it's going to grow even bigger. Thats OK, I understand she needs the room to be her! Right now our love still bridges that gulf, easily- her hand still reaches all the way to mine- and I live in prayer that her mother and I will be able to hold on to that love AND let her become herself!
