Of Late

 While in Macon for my grandfather's funeral, we had some good time with my family (here with Pops). I took this picture through a screen door, that's why it looks so cool.

Camille hanging out on my Mema's  beautiful embroidered couch.

Fun time with Aunt Kiki and Jooyah.

At Mimi and Pops' house, Camille helped carve the pumpkin. I think she was a little grossed out when she looked inside.

"Let's just keep that top on there."

 Back at home and headed to school on a rainy day.

Camille had her first ballet class last week.

 

 

Practicing at home before.

 

She's was so great in class, a natural.

Here we are at the playground one cold morning.

Not sure if this is how the balance beam works.

 

On the double slide with Papa.

Our local playground got a nod from Rick Moody in the NY Times here.

Representin'

Fall in Prospect Park

In Memoriam - Newsome Corbitt, my Grandfather

May 5, 1927 - October 24, 2010

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains, --- but the best is lost.

The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

- Edna St. Vincent Millay