(soon again to be sauntering around the Emily Carr gallery of the Greater Victoria Art Gallery)
(my late Dad on a favorite foreign beach during Canadian winter; his birthday was/is today–recalling his love of sun, beaches, Nature, and Hemingway; poem about this picture below).
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…of weath.”
–Acharya Nagarjuna
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My Old Man and the Sea
As photographs go
this is a defining moment.
Dad steps from the ocean
wearing a green ball-cap
bronze pectorals
glistening.
De profundis.
The only things missing
are marlin and trident.
Spirit.
He has emerged.
Transcendent.
He will live forever.
Self.
Only his footprints
grace the sand.
This is his beach.
Reality meets mythos.
Brine on flesh.
Dad is a god.
This is my father.
Sublime. Incarnate.
Even Hemingway nods.