The 5 of us went to San Francisco’s Pier 39 area to eat some crab and “ork ork” with the local sea lions. Afterwards, we walked out onto the docks where the volatile and frigid winds collided with the crying horns of sea tankers. All the senses are pummeled here. Max took hold of the cold metal railings and stood staring out towards the water. I could see he was in his own world, which he goes to often. I pulled out my camera and took several images. He didn’t even notice. I’m curious, and with the depth, unsettled. What comes to him… what leaves him?
This life, past life, Bardo, or just a kiddo lost to the wind.

The Eyes of Max Strange.
The Eyes of Max Strange.

 
  Sometimes I find Max sitting up in his crib at 4am, staring in the dark. When I find him like this, I like to sit with him and enjoy his company, or absence as it may be…

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4 Responses to “The Eyes of Laura Mars.”

  1. Raytoe (Rachel) on April 18th, 2010 7:13 pm

    This is so sweet and dear. Years ago when my friend would come visit me in Austin I would stay up at night and talk to her daughter, she must have been 4 at the time, and she would tell me in great detail about these magnificent and peculiar dreams she’d had. Amazing dreams that she could never have made up. She had memories of nursing and memories of her great grandparents that had since passed away. If I’d had the foresight I would have written these thing down, or even better yet, recorded them for her to listen to once she became older. I can’t wait for Max and Manu to talk. Haha, even better yet, I can’t wait to hear the stories you’ll have to tell once they do!

  2. Merritt on April 28th, 2010 9:25 pm

    Oh man, what a gift to be handed as an adult! I believe in a lose version of reincarnation, and given my own child-dreams, I’m pretty convinced if we aren’t recalling past-life experiences, we are at the least tapping into a collective conscious. As babies, we have none of the filters (some might say armor) we later develop. Maybe you’ll get to do it for another kiddo! And thanx 4 the inspiration to do it w my own wee-ones.

  3. Rachel on May 5th, 2010 8:57 pm

    They are bright shiny filterless energy conductors!
    :)))

  4. Jeffery Moorman on March 26th, 2017 4:59 pm

    Jeffery Moorman…

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