http://dappledthings.me/blog/photography/summer/ GLORY be to God for dappled things... Wed, 20 Jan 2010 15:37:06 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3 http://dappledthings.me/blog/photography/summer/comment-page-1/#comment-103 Bananas! Sat, 01 Oct 2005 13:54:54 +0000 http://dappledthings.me/blog/?p=184#comment-103 Firefly, a very goodmorning to you! :) Thank you for your kind comment on my blog! Celine is not my daughter, but indeed; She's a pretty young lady! :) Firefly, a very goodmorning to you!
Thank you for your kind comment on my blog! Celine is not my daughter, but indeed; She’s a pretty young lady!

]]> http://dappledthings.me/blog/photography/summer/comment-page-1/#comment-102 Heather Wed, 28 Sep 2005 21:46:48 +0000 http://dappledthings.me/blog/?p=184#comment-102 I'm so glad your back! Enjoyed this post! I’m so glad your back! Enjoyed this post!

]]> http://dappledthings.me/blog/photography/summer/comment-page-1/#comment-101 Bob Tue, 27 Sep 2005 18:54:20 +0000 http://dappledthings.me/blog/?p=184#comment-101 I think you're right, and it reminds me of the struggle I fight with myself every day. As a dad, I often find myself constantly watching the clock; I rush Laura through her bedtime routine, telling her that she only has eleven more minutes until bedtime or whatever. I'm always thinking about what I'm going to do next and how little time that leaves me for what I'm doing now. Laura, meanwhile, demonstrates continually that she has absolutely no understanding of the passage of time. She doesn't care about how many other things I might want to do after she gets in bed; she just wants to prolong whatever it is we're doing. When she's an adult, I don't want her to remember me as a dad who never seemed to have quite enough time for her. I like to think my priorities are in order, but it's easy to forget that on a small scale. She's still living in that world where the summer lasts forever, but I'm worrying about how I spend each minute. I think you’re right, and it reminds me of the struggle I fight with myself every day. As a dad, I often find myself constantly watching the clock; I rush Laura through her bedtime routine, telling her that she only has eleven more minutes until bedtime or whatever. I’m always thinking about what I’m going to do next and how little time that leaves me for what I’m doing now.
Laura, meanwhile, demonstrates continually that she has absolutely no understanding of the passage of time. She doesn’t care about how many other things I might want to do after she gets in bed; she just wants to prolong whatever it is we’re doing.
When she’s an adult, I don’t want her to remember me as a dad who never seemed to have quite enough time for her. I like to think my priorities are in order, but it’s easy to forget that on a small scale. She’s still living in that world where the summer lasts forever, but I’m worrying about how I spend each minute.

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