Most of the time he's the lord of the jungle
Everyone grins while he gripes,
Usually he's found just loungin around
In his Stripes.
His tiger lady's a super fine feline
Just What his Highness deserves,
Sweet purring pussycat
Proud of her pussycat curves.
He's a Tiger in the Rain,
It's the thunder and Lightning he can't explain
The tiger in the Rain, that's frightened.
Caught in the storm,
He came searching for shelter,
Right up to me and my spouse
We both stroked his chin and invited him
in to our house.
(Mikael Franks, Tiger in the Rain)
Photo: Christian Wettergren
23 September 2006
To be a father.
How it has changed in the last two generations.
My father was born in the generation of the space ship.
Or was it the moon landing?
In the distance.
Things do improve.
Although I'm not a father so far,
I can see it in my friends' affection for their children.
It must be so much better to
be a man and father today.
My father has also improved.
Photo: Me and my father, (unknown, Östermalm 1969)
photo: Jeanne Wells
Here's some fun. This is a print made on liquid emulsion
I made myself, developed in two developers I made myself.
I did not make the paper myself though! I like the funky
quality, and since I am not comfortable with photographing
things bigger than my head, it's nice to print them in a
way that makes them feel more like they are my own
than, say, Ansel Adams'.
note: I'm trying to comment on Tom's photo below
(How to be a woodpecker), but cannot. Does anyone have
any idea why? At any rate, Tom, it's a wonderful photograph