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Sarah and Carlos

7.7.07.

Rumored to be the luckiest day in a long time.

I read an article somewhere about all the brides and grooms-to-be who were hoping to be married this July 7th. As if luck could somehow rub off on them and keep the weather sunny for the outdoor ceremony. Or guarantee that the bickering mothers would behave. Or maybe even give the couple some extra little magic as they committed the rest of their lives to each other.

Sarah and Carlos got married on 7.7.07 but they seemed so genuinely happy and in love that I think there was no need for luck to get them through their wedding day or the rest of their lives.

Field Camp International Film Festival

As a classic, Virginia summer rain descended on Free Union last Thursday evening, nearly 100 people crowded into the Lodge at Camp Albemarle for Field Camp's first annual Film Festival. Kids, parents, and counselors watched and laughed as our very own budding film makers projected their mockumentaries , claymation, and live-action, dramatic films onto the big screen. Ralph and James made "The New Kid" at camp during Film Festival week and it is a perfect example of the talented, creative, and hilarious young minds that I get to hang out with all summer long. The film quality didn't replicate as well on YouTube. But you get the idea...

A Poem for this Sunday night.

Sea-Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song,
And the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again , to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

--John Masefield