Games Never Played

Today’s photo is another grave image from the local cemetery. This baseball sits at the base of a large granite headstone for a young boy. I believe it was left here as a memento in 1996, a conclusion I’m basing on what appears to be a “96” written under the part of the inscription visible in the photo. If that’s correct, then I’m puzzled how it has held up so well in the Florida sun and rain. Gifts like this seem to represent acts of healing; coping with having to let go. I get it.

In the months that have followed James’ death from cancer, I have more than once shed tears over having neglected to place in his coffin a photo of Skoshi, his beloved Siamese “shadow” (for she definitely was “his cat” and stayed inseparably glued to his side). I would also like to have placed the favorite book we had in common, Ellen G. White’s The Desire of Ages. (I know of at least 5 times he read it over the years we shared together and that he’d also read it several times before that.) I know that ultimately, I would have been the beneficiary of putting these items by his side, not him. Grief is a quickly mutating monster that operates outside of logic. And regret is a special hell when mixed with a large portion of shattered dreams and a splash of words unspoken. Shaken and stirred, you cope as you can.

"Games Never Played", Nikon D800, ISO 200, f/5.6 at 1/320 sec., 300mm Click to Enlarge View

“Games Never Played”, Nikon D800, ISO 200, f/5.6 at 1/320 sec., 300mm
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Gone Fishing

“He liked fishing and seemed to take pride in being able to like such a stupid occupation.”
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

Perhaps Mr. Tolstoy was a bit harsh with his sweeping damnation of fishing in his famous 1873 novel, though perhaps not. It isn’t by any means something I can see myself doing at this stage of my life. I’m typically rather energetic and need to be able to get up and move often. In fact, one of the main reasons I’m able to make it through an hour-long church service is that handshaking, kneeling, standing, page-turning and pretending to sing are all part of the standard SDA liturgy. During many of the years that I found myself wasting away in corporate conference rooms, sitting through pointless meetings called solely for the purpose of validating the chairperson, I constantly wrestled with this problem. It was under those conditions that I learned boredom and mandated non-creativity will greatly exacerbate my condition.

This is one of the reasons I enjoy photography so much: it requires movement. Whether it’s a subtle shift of camera angle, a change in position or interaction with a client, there is movement and there is expression; there is creativity and the excitement and challenges that go hand-in-hand with the creative process.

As an adult, I’ve consistently been a big proponent of efficiency and productivity. I like to think of every click of the shutter as a decision made. I can make more decisions in an hour now than my corporate bureaucracy-laden meeting schedules accomplished over a month. That’s both efficient and productive and makes my OCD demons quite happy.

"Gone Fishing" [Click the image to enlarge/reduce its size.] Nikon D800, ISO 100, f/4.0 at 1/640 sec., 85 mm

“Gone Fishing” [Click the image to enlarge/reduce its size.] Nikon D800, ISO 100, f/4.0 at 1/640 sec., 85 mm


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