she's all about the heart, this one. little miss sensitive. in the best sense of the word. can't console this one through reason. just have to be patient and stay there by her side. then in time she consoles herself.
Taking photos of eyeballs....
so you don't have to.
About Me
- Mike Bailey
- I started taking pics in 2004. I use a Canon PowerShot A640. I live in Rome, GA. I'm married and have three children. Feel free to post a comment on my pics or commentary.
Eyeball Central is also about....
what eyeballs do.
Labels
- bee(s) (15)
- cheer out the wazoo (1)
- Cloud Gate (30)
- eyeball(s) (77)
- Hands (blue or otherwise) (94)
- Harvey Hill in Hell (1)
- Homage to Marcel Duchamp (7)
- moon (blue or otherwise) (3)
- mortally wounded sugar Christmas cookies (1)
- public nudity (2)
- self-portrait (55)
- Videos (59)
Reading: Living Justification
Author is my brainy friend, Jonathan Huggins
listening to nowadays: Lana del Rey
Subscribe To
Posts
Comments
.jpg)
Eyeballs AND Hands
Brought to you free of charge!!
Some of my favorite art, one piece at a time
Shuttlecocks by Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen
Eyeball Central
It's what it's all about
2 comments:
"just have to stay there by her side." ...yes, yes, yes. My dad is remarkably good at realizing the times when I don't want him to fix my hurts, but just need him to put his arm around me and let me work through it on my own. Yet I'm not sure I could console myself quite as well if I didn't know he were right there with me. I don't forget those moments, and they let me know I can trust him with the next time I'm hurt or scared. It sounds like your little no. 2 might be the same, and I'm sure that your willingness to stay by her side is going to mean whole lot to her as she grows up...
Anyway. Your venture into the realm of sentimentality apparently caused me to follow suit.
i was going to say that you kind of live in the realm of sentimentality full-time, don't you, marmaladeinstead?
but that's not exactly so. it's just that your pleasures run to the extraordinarily wholesome. you know, humid summer winds; the smell of wet grass after a rain; baking cookies. okay, those are fairly common pleasures, true. but for most folks these innocent pleasures are mixed in with a variety of not so nebraska-farm-virtue-driven tastes that seem to move you.
but that's not sentimental; it's just good. and wholesome.
just like me.
stop laughing, please.
really. stop.
--
by the way, thank you for your comments. just today (yesterday) my girl was very, very hesitant to join her little sister in bouncing in one of those oversized inflatable netted things. normally she loves to get in there. but why not this time? she was clearly troubled by something. there was a kind of creepy guy at the entrance. was that it? maybe. she didn't know any of the kids inside. was that it? maybe. she was the oldest kid by a fair bit. was she self-conscious about that? maybe.
so...i asked her several times, both then and at home, why she was anxious about it. she couldn't or wouldn't say.
but that's okay. i told her that that's okay. there's no rule that says you have to bounce when you don't want to bounce.
well, not for non-kangaroos at least.
Post a Comment