Saturday, January 20, 2007

Passages

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A bit of father-son bonding at the beach of Naples.

"He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it." ~Clarence Budington Kelland~

Posted by isa at 13:34

5 comments:

Olivier said...

belle photo et beau moment de tendresse entre un pere et son fils.

"Alors, les rois, les dieux, la chance et la victoire
Seront à tout jamais tes esclaves soumis,
Et, ce qui vaut mieux que les rois et la gloire,
Tu seras un homme, mon fils."
Rudyard Kipling

beautiful photograph and beautiful moment of tenderness enter a father and his son. “Then, kings, gods, the chance and victory Will be forever your subjected slaves, And, which is better than the kings and glory, You will be a man, my son. “ Rudyard Kipling

Saturday, January 20, 2007 at 5:00:00 PM GMT+1
Anonymous said...

Your post is a picture of where I am, if in my own mind.
Thanks

Sunday, January 21, 2007 at 2:05:00 AM GMT+1
Deb said...

Beautiful beach
Beautiful photo
Beautiful moment

Sunday, January 21, 2007 at 3:33:00 AM GMT+1
rauf said...

Its a poem its a song its a painting Isebella

The song that came to my mind was
'Daddy's hands' by Holly Dunn
such a lovely voice she has and for some strange reason she gave up singing.



I remember daddy's hands folded silently in prayer
and reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare
you could read quite a story in the caluses and lines
years of work and worry had left their mark behind

I remember daddy's hands how they held my momma tight
and patted my back for something done right
there are things that i've forgotten that I loved about the man
but I'll always remember the love in daddy's hands

[chorus]
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin
Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hand weren't always gentle but I've come to understand
there was always love in daddy's hands

I remember daddy's hands working til they bled
sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed
If I could do things over, I'd live my life again
and never take for granted the love in daddy's hands

[chorus]
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin
Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hand weren't always gentle but I've come to understand
there was always love in daddy's hands
[repeat

Sunday, January 21, 2007 at 2:55:00 PM GMT+1
Kris said...

the photo is full of warmth, Lovely shot :) can't helpt to imagine it b/w though

Sunday, January 21, 2007 at 11:04:00 PM GMT+1

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