Distant peek at the Blue Hole (cropped — click for bigger and better).
Zip line fun at Blue Hole.
I never liked hunting with my dad. I never cared to have a beer with him. Despite his love for both those activities (but never simultaneously), they just weren’t things I shared with him.
Nor with anyone else. You see, it wasn’t my dad; I just didn’t like to hunt or drink beer.
Both put me at a great disadvantage in college. I often stopped by a guy’s dorm room or apartment, and it went something like this:
Guy: Hey, Mark, you want a beer?
Me: No, you have anything like Coke or something?
Guy: What are you, some kind of nerd?
Me: No, I just don’t like beer.
Guy: You want to go kill something with me tomorrow?
Me: No, not really.
Guy: What are you, gay?
Me: Not according to your girlfriend last night.
Dad, though, never tried to pressure me to do either. In fact, any time my brother started saying things like, “It’s an acquired taste. Just eat a chip between each swallow for a while, then skip the chip more and more often, and eventually, no more chips,” my dad would say, “Hey, ya little shit, lay off your brother. If he doesn’t like it, he doesn’t have to drink it,” in slightly gentler words.
No wonder so many domestic beer-drinking guys have big guts. Too many chips needed to kill the taste of the beer.
But the point of this post is all the great places my dad has taken me for two things we do have in common. We both appreciate natural beauty and photography, and find it invigorating to capture one with the other.
It’s not our fault the occasional group of strangers in various states of undress wanders in front of our lenses.
Click for look at humongous tadpole.
(I messed up the sky when I removed a couple of power lines)
On this trip, Dad took me to a place called “Blue Hole.” It’s a swimming hole he used to frequent as a kid. The spring-fed pool’s deep blue water invites all who traverse the miles of gravel road. I hope one day we can get back there so I can note where it is.
And so my new little family and I can do a cool move like this:
Walking on water?
Thanks for the cool places you’ve taken me, Dad, and for instilling in me the love for finding and photographing them. Even if that doesn’t include knocking back a cold one upon our return.
Note: All pics circa 1994, with circular polarizing filter attached to Canon AE-1 SLR.