Facing the world around us comes from all sorts of opportunities. Sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and touches give us all types of input. A little here, a little there...and off we go into this thing called life. How we learn and grow is often a result.
My Dad is shown in one of his opportunities.
It would be around the year 1926 - 1927, and he would have been less then one year of age. There is this look of deep thought which must have been from seeing a passing bug, or perhaps caused by one of those diaper filling events that parents get to enjoy on many occasions.
A front porch it would seem to be. He has been placed in one of those wheelie things that give you a chance to move around once you have figured out how to navigate the contraption. There is a small chair placed to the side, but I bet Dad would not sit still to occupy this space for very long. Let's get rolling! Got to take advantage of this opportunity to explore this front porch. Where did that bug go anyway? Life, and the front porches...let's get going...opportunities await.
Wonder if he got himself backed into a corner. With his hands in the air, he does seem to be just as you've characterized him: a perpetual motion machine!
ReplyDelete