About a month and a half after the boy was born, his mother took him out to California for a few weeks to meet the family and feel the Pacific air. The first week was fun and free and the last two weeks increasingly became a total breakdown in Brooklyn. When I finally got off that plane in San Diego and saw my wife and newborn son for the first time in almost a month I could not have been more happy and relieved. It made me think of all those soldiers who have kids and then go to Iraq or Afghanistan or wherever and don't see them for a year or more. That is tough stuff.
We are getting ready to leave the boy in the stout hands of his auntie(s) for a week and I am already getting a little anxious. Back when, he didn't know that he hadn't see his papa for a month, but this time he'll know for sure. And his mother won't be there either. Gives me the shakes.
By the by, I have a little photo essay up in an environmental-social-activist online magazine. My friend Grant called me up on Thursday and in that crazy South African tongue-wag easily connived some photos of Kanae out of me. I turned it around pretty quick, sent him some selections that night and he weeded some gems out a little further. Apparently I wrote him an email at some point about her work in Costa Rica and he used some of that as the literature. Anyhow, check them at the FirstRide dot com.
4 comments:
The idea of "feeling the Pacific air" for the first time is something I hadn't considered. That must've been nice for Miel. Super(!) great photos in the magazine.
Awesome work.
that is awesome. you are rad. keep up this better work.
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