Thursday, March 26, 2009

The Power of a Picture: Shulman's Images Help Us See




I took my daughter to school this morning so my wife could sleep a little longer before going to work. Before we leave I offer to do stuff for her but she usually declines.
Today I carried out the waffle her mom toasted & set it on the dashboard.
She’s taught me all the short cuts to avoid the traffic at the junior high in our neighborhood.
We listen to her favorite station on the way to school while she eats her waffle & does her makeup in the visor mirror. I say things to her to let her know I’m glad to be with her. Sometimes we have conversations. If we don’t it’s OK.

She’s a junior in high school & will be gone sooner than I realize. Then I’ll give anything for twelve minutes in the car with her on an ordinary Thursday morning.

She’s the last one. We’ve fledged three others but after her our nest will be empty.
How did she get to be seventeen and so beautiful?
We know so little about each other’s interior worlds,
the vast and complex regions of emotion, memory and desire.

She struck me this way recently. She was “getting ready” in the mirror by our front door as I came home. I saw her through the sheer curtain.
When I came in I said, “Wow! I saw you through the window. You look so big!”
This did not have the effect I was going for.
I have since learned not to use this word to refer to any female older than, say, about six.
(I’ve also realized that “frizzy” is not the word of choice in describing her long, flowing, to-die-for blonde hair but that’s another story.)

We pull up to the school. She puts the finishing touches on her face and grabs her backpack.
I touch her on the shoulder and say something nice.
Then she’s out the door and I watch her go into the building.
I zip her makeup bag shut and pull away.

I usually switch the radio to NPR on the way home and did so today.
There was a story on Morning Edition by Susan Stanberg about Julius Shulman,
a 98-year-old architectural photographer.
(“Photographer Captures L.A.'s Vintage Homes” NPR Morning Edition March 26, 2009)
It was very interesting. Shulman’s photographs of Southern California homes are famous.
He took photos of Steven Spielberg’s home.
For $6,000 or more, Shulman will take pictures of your home.

The story was about Shulman taking photographs of Shondell Spiegel’s home.
It described his method and style. At the end of the piece there was a quote from Shondell Spiegel that stood out to me so much that I scribbled some notes on a napkin so I could find it again. It interested me because I’m getting ready to teach a Sunday School class on parenting. I’m no expert on parenting, just experienced. We have a lot of couples with young children at our church and we think parenting is really important so we offer classes on it.

Anyway, Shondell Spiegel was reflecting on Shulman’s genius when she said this,

He makes you see what you take for granted. And we do that in our houses.

But she went further. For some reason I think she applied the lesson she learned from the photographer's images of her house and applied them to her home.

Spiegel continued, We do that in our marriages. We do that with our children.
He has ability to stop time and let you see it and to remember why you fell in love with it.

Interesting. I don’t know how or why Ms. Spiegel made the jump from her house to her home (marriage and children) but I really like what she said. She said she’s got this fantastic house but she takes it for granted. She doesn’t “see” it anymore.
She said paying Julius Shulman $6000 to photograph her house helped her remember why she fell in love with it.
Then she suggested that we can take our marriages and children for granted
and that we need to "stop time" and “see” them in order to remember why we love them.

That’s what I want my parenting class to do.
I want us to "stop time" and "see" our children and remember why we love them.

Maybe if I charged $6000…

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Doctor, doctor... part 2

A friend called the other night rather late. After making plans to ride three days of RAGBRAI he unfolded a rather bleak litany of burdens. One of his parents has cancer and was starting chemo.
He's working longer hours. Two guys doing the work four guys used to do.
His child got sick and had to go to the ER.
His family's going out-of-town for spring break so he'll be "batching it."
He's involved in a legal situation that will probably "go his way" but still takes a toll.

More than once he assured me he was OK. I prayed for him over the phone.

He compared his relationship to his parent with that of a friend from work who hasn't spoken to her father in ten years. "I can't imagine the world without them," he told me.
He was grateful for the love they shared. "I've been really fortunate," he said.

Next morning I read this:

A Message from the high and towering God,
who lives in Eternity,
whose name is Holy:
“I live in the high and holy places,
but also with the low-spirited, the spirit-crushed,
And what I do is put new spirit in them,
get them up and on their feet again.
For I’m not going to haul people into court endlessly,
I’m not going to be angry forever.
Otherwise, people would lose heart.
These souls I created would tire out and give up.


Peterson, E. H. (2002). The Message (Is 57:15). Colorado Springs, Colo.: NavPress.

Doctor, doctor, give me the news

It's interesting to me how we can entrust our bodies to doctors who'll probe, ask personal questions, prescribe incredibly expensive treatments or even cause us great personal pain via exams or surgical procedures and we "take the medicine" in order to get well.

People fly all over the country & even the world to get treatment with little regard for the time, effort & cost because their lives are at stake.

We may complain that doctors don't really understand our condition but if we're sick we know it & we'll take their partial knowledge over our ignorance or "Web M.D." any day.

Another interesting thing to me is when people who seem to be fine come up with awful illnesses "out of the blue." Some guy's in great shape out cutting his grass & has a massive heart attack and he's gone. Other times I've visited people in the hospital who seemed like they were on their death bed. They look AWFUL. But they respond to treatment and recover!

Why are some people so sensitive, yea paranoid, about their physical health but so spiritually numb. And why do people have so little regard for the care & feeding of souls?