Forgot My Water-Camera Today

 

Forgot my water-camera today.  Always good to do, once in a while.  During my 45-minute paddle-workout, I found myself still checking photo opportunities, but I also found myself noticing other things.  The quality and consistency of my strokes, for example, or lack thereof.  The balance points of the board, if I changed position.  Also, aspects of the sailboats and motorboats on Richardson Bay that were other than telegenic: waterline bio-creep; working boats vs storage boats; changes in mooring positions; new flags, new sails, and new decorations.  I also focused more on using the slight swell to my benefit; it was slight, so that took focus I usually don't spare when the camera is handy.

Reverberation

Years ago I heard a federal agent describe his mistake in a major crime investigation in a way that broke my heart because that mistake had obviously broken his own heart. I also felt deep sympathy with the victims of the crimes committed, and I still do, as the agent did.   Compassion and pity and anguish for all involved.

I wasn't there in that original hell, but listening to such testimonies puts a burden on the listener.

I still haven't figured out how to share that story with my own students, though I ought to--and I mean that in the best ways.