Monday, January 5, 2015

Flying


                   ... running across the granary roof to a hard landing

                                                                                ... my cousin mark never got the hang of flying

                                      ... his angry feet forever weighing him down







Painting by Winslow Homer

8 comments:

  1. I was never able to get the hang of it either.

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    1. I have, at times, been known to forget what I might have learned ...

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  2. Oh dear; I'm reading this just before leaving to run some errands - and hoping I don't get to practice flying on the ice and snow that have visited us. Your words are magic, once again, Teresa.

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  3. Something in us never stops trying to fly.

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  4. Thanks for giving me a big smile this morning. I have fond memories of jumping off roofs. My brother liked to pretend he was a stunt man in a western. He'd grab his imaginary gunshot wound and tumble off dramatically. :)

    We didn't jump off the granary roof (too steep), but seeing that word makes me happy too. :)

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    1. Weren't they good times?

      There's something about a granary ... it still stands but not as I once imagined it to be.

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