Yesterday we celebrated my father’s 84th birthday. The day before we celebrated my son’s 26th birthday. In February we celebrated my grandson’s 2nd birthday.
To mark the occasion I brought a camera and tripod over to my parents house and made this portrait with a remote trigger. A lot has changed in a year.
In the first portrait my father could still walk and my grandson could not. Now it is the reverse as the cycle of life and the orbit of the earth continue on their path.
I am glad I have my camera to mark the occasion. I am also in awe of my mother’s strength as she continues to take on the lions share of caring of my father. As I look at these portraits I am thinking of the bible Ecclesiastes 3:1-8.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to throw away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.”
Peace,
Ira
