Learning to Fly

My son has learned to fly. Well, sort of. I grasp him firmly and lift him above my head and he stretches his arms and legs out like superman. From this new vantage point, he looks down at me and smiles. I told him tonight that it must be really cool to know how to fly, and that I would like to know how to fly, and how I wondered if he might teach me. He is 9 months old, and, obviously, is still unable to speak—at least with words. But he looked at me in that way he does and it seemed if he were saying, “Sure, dad, it’s simple to fly. All you have to do is find someone much stronger and much bigger than you are and who you trust more than anything else. And then you have to let them pick you up.”
Indeed, son. Indeed.

I edited this little video with my iPhone4 and imovie from the seat of my tractor during little stolen moments here and there. All of the videos and pictures were taken over the course of the last few weeks. I often wonder what my Great Grandfather did while on the tractor. While I carry along with me an ice-chest full of bottled water, cords to keep my electronics charged, and a phone that can access almost anything from anywhere, I remember that he had nothing more than a simple water jug and the thoughts in his head to keep him company. Maybe it was better that way, but I wouldn't trade my air conditioning for anything. I created the music to go with this with a little freeware program called Audacity along with a guitar and keyboard.