I decided to write an entry for Fathers Day because I was moved by Seamus Heaney reading on radio 4 this morning. I went hunting and found a poem by Heaney that speaks to me about what we do relative to what our fathers (and of course mothers and other influential people) do/did. Heaney's personal experience of his father digging while he writes touches on a universal. We are different from our fathers but something continues.
I chose this photo of laburnums in the Laburnum Arch at Bodnant Garden because my father took me to see horticultural gardens and I click away at the same kinds of images he would have loved to share. he had a roliflex camera, a darkroom and an enlarger. I have a digital camera and a computer, and you can click on the photo to enlarge. This is my first Fathers Day since he died age 95.
Here's Heaney's poem. Our work and expression are in a different world from our parents, but what are we continuing from and what is the same about us and our creativity?
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