This photo was shot 13 years ago with a early design digital camera. I know it was taken on the island of Maui, Hawaii and I think, pretty sure, seem to remember it was a night shot. But, it’s digital and we live in the world of Photoshop. Maybe it was a sunset, or sunrise and I was goofing around some years ago in Photoshop. Guess I’ll have to check the RAW file but I kinda like it as a night image, full moon shining on the sea….
As the snowstorm approaches your mind drifts back to olden days, a long long time ago to a warm day on a faraway beach….
This short ladder was built for my son when he was 8 or 9 so he could climb up on top of a skate ramp we had made out in the back yard. The ramp disappeared after a few years but the ladder hung on. Too short and small for anything other than a small kid it just became a decoration out in the yard, a doorway to old memories.
A wood pile photographed by the light of the moon on a cold creepy night. As the shadows grow longer, the sounds of the night life grow louder. A soft crack of a stick makes you peer deep into the shadows and the wind rustles the dry leaves as a distant howl breaks the night air.
“….playing pirate for the day….” part of a line from a Jimmy Buffet song, talking about kids and their imagination. I remember as a kid using sticks as swords and trash can lids as shields. Pine cones were grenades, trees were forts, we played until dark when our moms would drag us in the house to get ready for bed.
I tried very hard with each of my kids to teach them how to play with just their imagination, each responded a bit different but both did well. Adventures on the bank of a creek with a toy bulldozer to hiking through a swamp to build a camp both had their moments. Living out in the woods did help a lot, it provided the space and raw materials to make things happen. Both boys learned to camp in the woods, fish, build fires, which snakes to stay away from and which could be played with.
But it all began years before, play pirate for a day.