Oct 22, 2014

fathers

I've been writing a book about my grandfather. He worked in earthmoving. This image has popped up and made me think of death - always looming over us, our vanity against its quiet confidence & good grace?

Yesterday I had a VHS of my school boy rowing crew converted to digital. I was just looking forward to checking my crew's style. But the VHS gave up an unexpected treasure - there were two particularly enthusiastic rowing fathers, who always turned up and were always into it. They've passed now, so I'm sure their sons will appreciate the footage.


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