Me & my 6 year old son

In my profession, we are often required to search out stock photography to fill a certain element of our client's communication piece. Today was one of these days and for this particular piece, we were simply searching for photos to trace in Adobe Illustrator. My description in the search engine was titled, "child and parent." And as usual, this site gave me an array of great, decent and just plain bad photos that matched the descriptor. Some are cheesy, some are good. It seems that the big fad these days is to portray and active subject whose color is desaturated, lacking at lease two of the four process colors and to top that, such high contrast that the already too white whites are blown out, seeming to be one with the sun. This is beside the point. In my search I stumbled on this littel gem, which led me to believe that there must be someone small enough to fit in the back of my toilet with a teeny, tiny camera. Or, what I just said, only in someone else's bathroom taking candid shots of me and my six year old son while we brush our teeth, and who knows what else. Or, this is my identical twin who has a six year old son…because I don't think I have one of those.

At any rate, I saw this and freaked out a little. Does it look exactly like me or am I crazy? I've only experienced this one other time. I was at Cannon Beach on the Oregon coast and I saw an overly tattood fellow who looked identical to me. Even those who I was with looked at him, then me, then him, then me.

I'm not crazy.

People actually read this?

Interesting. I started this blog to simply record some thoughts (sort of an online diary), get some things off my chest, maybe share some of my interests. I guess the point of having a diary would not be to share it with everyone. But anyone who knows me, also knows that I am simply as transparent as the ambitions of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. So I told my brother. Was it my subconscious that told me he'd pass it on to all who ever knew me? Maybe?

I guess what I'm getting at is: If I knew that people actually read this, maybe I'd update it more. But probably not. As Reverend Roberts so eloquently put it, I'm a "suburban soccer-dad-in-training scooter rider...." Does anyone know how much work it is to maintain this descriptor? It's really not that hard. I AM still a dad-in-training with a second on the way (which we all know is much easier than being fully trained…less responsibility, I mean) and riding a scooter is fun and economical.

Anyway, I just talked to my brother and told him I'd post a photo of Madisyn. She was having a surprisingly awesome hair day.

I'll talk to you all in another month.