John & Anne Wiley

2011/02/17

Beauty

I enjoy beauty, and see it often in people. Strangers on the street, the smile of a harried cashier when I read her name from the tag she’s wearing to ask about her day and thank her personally. The man stocking shelves who lights up when he can point out the item we’re looking for in an unexpected location. Of course, topping my list is people I love when they are enjoying each other.

5536 Beautiful Moment

5536 Beautiful Moment

I wonder if babies take in a brief moment like this and store it somewhere deep beneath memory for the rest of their lives. Maybe it contributes to a sweet impulse they experience when holding a baby themselves decades later. What if we’re all babies inside, and most of us have just forgotten the purity of that time before judgment and expectations?

Then there’s the beauty of nature. Few things can so completely flood me with natural beauty as flying so often does. Flying from San Jose to Boise was magnificent of course, and nearing our destination this scene seemed to capture the essence somehow.

5322 Liquid Light, Frozen Hills

5322 Liquid Light, Frozen Hills

I don’t know if it shows on your computer, but soaring smoothly beneath Tripp’s sturdy wings it was amazing in the extreme. When cameras can capture what the heart takes in from such a scene, everyone will learn to fly. Meanwhile we have photos of loved ones and miraculous moments to at least remind us of bliss.

2011/02/16

Generations

Well this sure is a memorable trip! First cruising above parts of California my family has explored on foot and by car, and my Dad had seen glimpses of from small planes. His solo flight when I was barely a toddler is one of my earliest memories, and probably has some role in my fascination with flying. The hills of California always evoke memories of childhood, and sometimes of him. Oh, how he’d love to fly with us as Anne’s pilot Dad has done several times. Even though my Dad’s father was born in Pennsylvania, he too was mostly Californian, so flying over the state is a generational connection back into the hazy past.

5308 Folds of Memory

5308 Folds of Memory

Now, just a week after capturing that time and place I’m getting to know the next generation as she seems to look into my soul. Anne snapped this just after this little angel gave me a smile that, like my daughter’s, made me hers forever.

1465 Generations

1465 Generations

2011/02/15

Memories

Memories can be golden or green, among other colors. They can have music and dancing, or unforgettable aromas of youth. Sitting in the doctor’s waiting room with our daughter, the conversation roamed from logistics and topics of the moment, back to her childhood and ours touching also on our new shared delight who was sleeping blissfully among us. The golden glow of those moments mixed with the close smell of precious new baby.

Somehow it all has me drifting back to my daughter’s birth, and beyond to my earliest memories. So looking tonight at another photo from our flight evokes the memory of zipping past King City’s row of pungent eucalyptus in a flicker of sun and shade, lying on my back in the station wagon as the family drove along Highway 101. Wires rhythmically going up and down imitating waves over a sea of fields. Some brown, some green, in neat rows of crop cycles from planting to harvest in the endless California Summer. Birth and aging all blend into memories some day forgotten until the next crop invents new life following familiar patterns.

5307 Stages of Green

5307 Stages of Green

2011/02/12

Grand

Today was a big day for me, meeting precious little grand daughter for the first time. Holding her was very emotional, bringing back sweet memories of holding my daughter as though it were yesterday. I’m a lucky man.

1422 Holding a Miracle

1422 Holding a Miracle

2011/02/10

Courage Under Flyer

Well, last nite after posting I took a look at one of the last photos from yesterday’s flight and just about choked. Just across the border into Canada approaching Lethbridge I noticed something moving a few thousand feet below and perhaps half a mile away. Looking closer it turned out to be a helicopter flying along a power line, and when it stopped to hover over one of the towers I snapped a few pix. Well not only was it hovering within a few feet of the tower in strong gusting winds well below zero – in the photo you can see there’s someone standing with one foot on the tower and the other on the helicopter skid. I’ve posted a larger version of this on the Photo Page (link in the right column here), but here’s a crop at full res of the helo and high-wire performer.

5369 Daredevil

5369 Daredevil

We’re preparing for a bumpy flight to Edmonton, but this pic is so amazing I just had to take a moment to share it. More when time permits…

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