the real sunshine in my life
by tobymarx
Man is most nearly himself when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play.
–Heraclitus
These photos are part of a series I shot yesterday while on a visit with my grandson Clyde, who will be three years old on June 22nd. We were playing with a little plastic rooster wearing a grass skirt and coconut shell bra (it’s complicated), and a plastic Geronimo (you know, the Native American who bravely resisted the US Army back in the 19th century). Geronimo and the rooster were chasing each other around some bowls of water (ahem! pardon me, some LAKES and PONDS) and the rooster would occasionally jump from a bridge (don’t tell me you can’t see the bridge), shouting,”Geronimo!”
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You have caught that whole-body, whole-self, whole-soul involvement that only little kids reveal this fully when they are absorbed in something. We others can show a little of it, but probably never again get so wholly involved with much of anything we do…well, making art is surely the exception. But even then, there is often that inner critic lurking just off stage, awaiting a chance to stride in and seize all attention.
Ain’t it the truth.