The Dao Of Drywall

or “random musings from home…”

I’m still a bit jet-lagged so I can’t promise anything too thoughtful. But a couple pretty photos, or maybe just one, that I think I can manage.

From Seoul, Korea. O’Kim’s Brauhaus. If that alone doesn’t set your appetite ablaze, we actually witnessed one of these “Beer Chicken’s” being served and, just before it goes on the table, it is doused in alcohol and set on fire. Yum. Or something. And yes, it is served in exactly that position.

Uploading some of my photos to a framing website. I’ve had great feedback from family and friends over the years for my photography. But a recent comment from a friend who made his living as a photographer a while back may have pushed me over the edge of actually trying to put together a show. The only obstacles now are time and money (about $150 each for printing and framing).

And a photo after some processing. This is Gibson Reservoir, in NW Montana, taken as our plane approached Great Falls.

Let’s see, home… Well, you know you’ve returned to the ‘real’ world when one of the first things you are greeted with is a stack of bills, tax documents and junk mail. If that doesn’t drive it home, being awoken from a jet-lagged stupor (sleep, sweet blessed sleep!) by your father with a to-do list for the next 10 minutes while he get the drywall should do the trick.

“You’re not quite awake, there, are you?” he asks. I shake my head. He repeats the instructions and leaves. I think it’s only fair that I had finished exactly zero of the tasks given to me when he returns. I did, however, manage to get two cups of coffee.

And I did spend the next 3 hours helping to put 12-foot slabs of 5/8s-inch drywall on the ceiling of his new shop/house extension. At the end of it, he tells me, jokingly, “I told your mother this is good bonding time for the two of us, hopefully we can do a lot of it while you’re here.” I smile, shaking my head.

It’s good to be home.

The Dao of Drywall