This is one of the most beloved paintings in America, and it puts its finger on something we all pass through, first as the child, and one day as the parent left behind...
The painting is Breaking Home Ties, by Norman Rockwell, on the cover of the Saturday Evening Post in 1954. A father and his teenage son sit side by side on the running board of a battered farm truck, waiting at a railway stop. A single track runs along the bottom of the picture. A ticket pokes from the boy's pocket. His suitcase is stacked with schoolbooks and wears a "State U" pennant. The train is coming to carry him off to college, away from home, for the first time in his life.
Everything is in the way they sit.
The son sits upright, scrubbed and dressed in his best, eyes fixed on the horizon, on the track, on the future rushing toward him. He is already half gone. For him that train is the beginning of everything.
His father sits beside him in worn work clothes and scuffed boots, looking the other way, down the line, as if he cannot bear to watch it arrive. The same train means the opposite thing to him. For the son it is the start of a life. For the father it is the day the house grows quieter, the chair at the table sits empty, and the person he built his world around walks out into a life that no longer has him at its centre.
Look at his hands. He is holding two hats. His own battered one, and resting on top of it, his son's crisp new one, held carefully together, because it is the last small thing he can still do for the boy...
And then the dog, its head laid in the son's lap, gazing up, refusing to look away. Rockwell knew exactly what that was for: "The father couldn't show how he felt about the boy's leaving," he said. "The dog did."
It has moved people for 70 years because every leaving is a beginning for one person and an ending for another. The child steps out into the world, as they should. And someone stays behind, watching them go, and loving them enough to let them go anyway...
There is a Chinese saying You can buy the flowers and bring the wine, but you can never truly return to the carefree days of your youth. It reminds us that time moves forward, and the most precious moments are often the ones we didn’t realize were special until they became memories
Fished MT today. Small stream, all wild trout. Cutthroats, brook, and the big deal— we each landed a grayling. Moose made an appearance along with antelope and mule deer.
My neighbors have no idea that between the streetlights and the light pollution, I'm out back imaging a nebula 7,500 light years away. Bortle 8 skies can't stop narrowband. Heart Nebula from Lake Mary, FL.
WE ARE IN WEST VIRGINIA!!!!
This is the last new state of our trip, and brings our total to 25 states visited. Now we just need to find somewhere to watch the World Cup final.
Imagine stepping onto a stage in front of 72,000 people, with millions watching around the world, then sitting at a piano and delivering one of the greatest songs ever written with complete confidence and passion.
Freddie Mercury truly was the ultimate rock star. ❤️🎹
Currently inside Mamooth Cave in Kentucky. It‘s the longest known cave system in the world (more than 430 miles). That’s more than 1.5× longer than the second-longest cave system.🤯
Somewhere in this world right now, someone is letting the gentle song of birds replace the chaos of breaking news.
And in that simple moment, the world feels a little more hopeful again.
@cybertruck on Mars next stop Jupiter's moon. Europa.
“Sometimes the most scenic roads in life are the detours you didn’t mean to take.” — Angela N. Blount
Harpers Ferry sits where two rivers meet and American history runs through every street.
Climb above town and the view opens into misty hills, forested ridges, and winding water.
My kind of place.