almost 7

My little man will almost be 7. In 21 days to be exact. Yesterday he lost his second front tooth. We'd been wiggling it, including his sister and I, for days, trying to pry it out, looking forward to his gapped smile with anticipation. When I picked him up from school this is what he looked like, bloody nose and all. This picture says so much, from the ruddy cheeks and chocolate crumbs, bed-headed flaxen hair. His proud expression of a 1st grader milestone. The one time in our life that missing teeth is actually cool. I look at him, thinking how I'm just trying to hold on to my teeth for another 40 years or so. "Look! My new teeth are already coming in!", he says beaming. "Take good care of them" was my reply while secretly wishing we had a 3 or 4th set to spare like sharks.

one can be so lucky: beautiful!

62 year old Jacky for Americal Apparel

And to end the night, I'm reminded that I also discovered the exquisite spanish actress Ana Torrent this week.

It started with Victor Erice's Spirit of the Beehive, El Nido by Jaime de Armiñán, and Carlos Saura's Cria Cuervos of which I'll leave you with this little clip sung by the 1974 pop star Jeannette.

Danish love

Been on a Danish movie kick this week and was intensely and deeply moved by After the Wedding and The Hunt. Both star Mads Mikkelson, who deserves a post in his own right and delve into how our perceptions of reality take on unexpected turns. Perhaps there is something about the cool nordic and almost banal daily life that creates a hot bed for imagination. Following it's sloping green landscapes and neat houses, the restrained composure (except when drunk) of the Danes, one can't help but wonder what is hiding deep in their psyches. These are everyday lives falling apart and how we desperately try to hold them together in any way we can, even if artificially.

can't wait to see this!

Good photography, or any other manifestation in man, comes from a state of grace. Grace comes when you are delivered from conventions, obligations, convenience, competition, and you are free, like a child in his first discovery of reality. You walk around in surprise, seeing reality as if [it is] for the first time….

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Simon Beck