New Boots

There is much that is wrong in the world that I cannot fix and much that needs perfecting in me that will take a lifetime, but today I have new boots. It has been twenty years since my last set of boots (purchased just before heading off to study abroad in London back in 1991).

And yes, I’ve got a silver belt buckle as well; my wife insisted.

What We Believe

November 2010, our anniversary family weekend in Big Bear

This is an unusual picture to post for a couple of reasons; first, it was taken by my wife and not me and secondly, because of that I’m in the picture. Of course, I’ve taken off some more pounds since then (the already baggy pants in the picture are no longer of any use). But that’s me with my daughter out to feed the ducks and my son in the foreground squinting into the morning sun.

When I’ve posted pictures in the past I’ve always hoped for something striking. I’m no photographer, but if I was going to publish a photo on the blog, I wanted it to stand out. This one stands out, not because of what composes it, but who.

This is not to say that I am something to behold, or even more that I am claiming the usual parent-right of my children being special. Rather, that a person is important.

In this age, even those who remember people in general forget a person in particular. Such is the sense of loss in the world that long before I was born scientific philosophers declared God dead. They did so, not because as they claim they found no evidence to believe in. My apologies to particular agnostics and atheists whom I know and care for, but what we believe has never seriously contended for the minds and hearts of the world. What be believe is largely meaningless, ill-conceived, full of prejudice and pride, assumptive of all manner of facts not in evidence.

We’re all making this up as we go along and most of us live in utter ignorance of ourselves and separated impossibly from one another. I don’t have much interest in what we believe.

What I do care about is who. We have lost the ability to believe in each other. That feeling that villagers in primitive societies got when they saw people who lived “over there on the other side of the hill” is now the feeling of otherness we feel when we see our neighbors, our spouses, and our children.

We don’t believe what we believe anymore because we don’t believe who we believed. We do not believe in each other. So I ask an old question:

If we do not love the brother or sister we can see, how can we love God whom we have not seen?


For a bit of fun I did a 2 second exposure on our campfire from this weekend. Then color shifted the whole thing.

There’s not much I love more than a campfire. As far as I’m concerned, quiet campfires in the evening are the point of the rest of the hard work of camping. An artistic twist on one of my favorite things.

Wondering What She’s Wondering

When you have a cute baby around, it's hard not to fill your camera with pictures of her.

I am learning to enjoy all the stages of life, but my curiosity still reigns. I have a difficult time waiting for her to learn to speak and am looking forward to understand better what’s going on, on the inside. For now, I am but an affectionate observer.