I wasn't sure what a Wallenda was, so I had to look it up, and eventually found a video of Karl's fatal fall, I was morbidly compelled to watch it, and now feel terrible.
Then in your feed there is a photograph of your Dad directly below the Straight Line poem, fooling about in a white shirt, looking like he is losing his balance.
Morning Mike. So sorry to plant such haunting images in your head! Yes, a tragic story about Karl. And yes, I took that photo of the roofer a couple of blocks from my apartment in San Francisco. I hadn't caught the potential symbolism of the neighboring photo of my dad. That is a bit un-nerving!
A fine poem Rich. Did you take the photo?
I wasn't sure what a Wallenda was, so I had to look it up, and eventually found a video of Karl's fatal fall, I was morbidly compelled to watch it, and now feel terrible.
Then in your feed there is a photograph of your Dad directly below the Straight Line poem, fooling about in a white shirt, looking like he is losing his balance.
I'm going to be haunted all day.
Morning Mike. So sorry to plant such haunting images in your head! Yes, a tragic story about Karl. And yes, I took that photo of the roofer a couple of blocks from my apartment in San Francisco. I hadn't caught the potential symbolism of the neighboring photo of my dad. That is a bit un-nerving!