What Is Life Without Sweet Dreams
"We fear death, yet we long for slumber and beautiful dreams." -Kahlil Gibran
I am coming to realize that as I grow older, my body is telling me that, yes, it is all true - but my mind still remembers that 10 year old kid, that sixteen year old youth, that 30 year old man seeing that seemingly endless highway stretching out before him. Sometimes I look in the mirror and wonder at the man that looks back - not so pleasant to see that it isn't endless after all. Now I don't mean to be maudlin, and everyone has these glimpses of their own mortality; all I'm saying is that sometimes when I dream - everyone comes out to play.
Mountain image is of Chelan Butte above Lake Chelan in Eastern Washington State, the infrared rainbow was shot during an amazing rain squall on the way home just after work. My wheelchair-man is my father-in-law, Spiro, who graciously agreed to pose for me on a quiet Saturday afternoon (I had to supply the wheelchair but he wasn't too happy about hanging out on that cliff... :-). The flying-man was captured at Greenlake in Seattle during an afternoon when I was waiting for Kyeti to finish her dance class. I was wandering along the path (Greenlake has this wonderful 2.5 mile long path that follows the shoreline completely around the lake - a favorite spot for Seattlites to walk, run, and ride) and at one of the swimming areas a group of young men were LAUNCHING themselves off the high dive - awe-inspiring.