I was going to save this post for my Wordless Wednesday but there’s just too much going on here between these images that explanations are required.
There have been a few times in my life when I’ve seen a photo or photo opportunity that reminded me of something I’d already seen. That’s what this post is about.
Take, for example, the first photo.
What you have there on the left is me back in my Fatty Fatty Fat-Fat days in 2005 when Anthony (on my shoulders) was still very little. I didn’t think much of it until I saw the photo on the right which is of me on my dad’s shoulders but just a little bit older than Anthony was in the photo on the left. This remains one of my favorites since Dad, for you new readers, died in 1976 when I was 7 and he was 42. I’m now 43 and it’s really strange to think of it. And this Friday, May 18, is the 36th anniversary of his passing. It still hurts and I will write about it as I always do.
Then there’s this which I wrote about in 2007:
Now slightly bigger, Anthony had fallen asleep after trip around the block to rock him to sleep. Based on his resting position, the first thing I thought of was Jacques-Louis David’s The Death of Marat and snapped the image you see on the right.
And of course, there’s this:
Anthony has a trumpet. He’s not very good at it but once he played our neighbor’s and was able to get a clean, crisp sound out of it, we decided to get him one at a local pawn shop. All I wanted was a goofy picture of him messing around with it and that’s exactly what I got. It wasn’t until I Googled Louis Armstrong that I found the image on the left which bears an amazing resemblance to the one I shot.
Life imitating art, whether on purpose or complete accident, is always fun to experience.