Born, or Hatched?
“And I was living high until that fatal day
A lawyer proved I wasn’t born, I was only hatched”
– Hank Williams
“And I was living high until that fatal day
A lawyer proved I wasn’t born, I was only hatched”
– Hank Williams
This isn’t our first trip to Denmark; we came in 2015. That was before I could spell.
This post has nothing to do with Denmark, I just wanted to keep my “daily posting” promise.
Pack your folkedragter and meet us at the airport.
Windmills are a symbol of resilience, of our ability to endure in a harsh land.
This windmill taught me that actions have consequences, and that I alone bear responsibility for mine.
Doodling has become a lost art, and the world is less interesting for it.
We who live on the forehead of the earth are comfortable with the misconception that we are “up”, and everything else is “down”.
We caught reflections of those who came before us, and a little of ourselves.
On April 6, 1889, the SS Danmark sank in the mid-Atlantic.
Our Great Grandfather Frederik Bekker was on board.