About that Ravine (May 19 post)...I found out Kinya had taken me all the way from the spot where it ends to almost the place where it starts. It was when I looked at maps later I realized my mistake. It's just that Kinya had turned around at the intersection before it goes into the park area where it originates--a bird sanctuary is just outside that park, so when we didn't get there, I figured we had gone only halfway down the ravine.I've been wanting to go down a different "ravine" for quite awhile now. I've been wanting to write a book about my Dad. I've read missionary biographies, read Canadian-Japanese documentaries, seen museum photograph displays, read miscellaneous articles--but I honestly think my Dad has much more to offer. It's not just his experiences; he was a photographer when he was younger so has thousands of photos to give concrete imagery to his stories. (It just occurred to me: what did he do with all his equipment--his light meter--now that he doesn't use it anymore? I'll have to ask him.)
pic: Daddy, in March 2010 (will be turning 90 years old on July 20)
I have another bad tendency: I end up exaggerating, and sometimes even find myself disgusted with my own expressions. But Dad's photographs, I don't think I exaggerated too much; he has over a thousand...well, at least several hundred? Anyways, he says he wants me to go down to his home in Okinawa and see his "picture museum". It's a "crying shame" though, that many of the photos I saw growing up, slides taken before the arrival of digital technology, have probably begun to wear the damage of age, the grime of time.
Is it all right if I use some of this blog to finally get to "the end of the ravine"--to the bird sanctuary, if you will--in finally writing some of the manuscript?
pic: June's fingers pecking away at the computer keyboard...blogging or reporting to the royal palace?