The Water BabyWednesday, April 27, 2016
Many of my childhood memories are a haze in my head. Borges often says that our life is really the remembrance of that which we forget.
The fact is that in that muddle of mine I do remember my father reading to me the Reverend Charles Kingsley’s The Water Babies – A Fairy Tale for a Land-Baby. I remember the tone of his voice and the fact that most of his reading to me happened in bed.
I have maintained often in these blogs my idea that what makes us human is our ability to associate stuff from disparate images or events from our life.
When I was looking at contact sheets that I took long ago in the rocks of Lighthouse Park of the lovely Katheryn Petersen I noticed these two images that managed not to show offending little parts. The first thought that came into my mind (is it not disparate?) was my father reading the Water Babies.