Unto the Breach

Now I'm jumping to 2003, before my ethnography begins but still in-between the entries in my book.  Here is the extreme photo cuteness of Idgie during my first ill-fated wedding.  She was trying to get me to run away with her - it's clear from the photos.

Waiting for me as I walked down the aisle.  We were a perfect match.

Waiting for me as I walked down the aisle.  We were a perfect match.

Looking smashing and bored.

Looking smashing and bored.

With some of my favorite people.

With some of my favorite people.

She and my Godson both knew what was up.

She and my Godson both knew what was up.

I miss her, and my father, so very much. These pics were taken ten years before those strange months when they both crossed over, one after the other, my atria. I'm a firm believer in Faulkner's famous quote... (He also knew and loved dogs):

The past is never dead. It’s not even past.

It's wild and therapeutic, rummaging around in photos and materials that have survived from those days. There's a beautiful reading log of my book published by Gersande. I love this kind of feedback, and want to write a proper response to this response. One critique though was the need for context to fill in some of the ellipses between entries. I like the spaces-between, and some were necessary. But in this space I can continue this work-in-progress that is the past.

Posted on July 3, 2003 and filed under photos, extras.