A Garden of Virtues

Johnny has been in my thoughts, in my heart, almost continuously. I feel almost certain that I am going to find a Dollmore Calvin soon that I can afford and that I will have him again. Living without him and Josette in physical form caused me to realize that their presences are independent of a doll's form and that they exist primarily in my mind in a sense that is more powerful than a character from my stories. Suddenly, at random times, I breathe in his sweet essence. Sometimes, when I am driving, his presence seems closer. The above image is taken from my last photo story with him in March 2008. I scarcely had him past that date. I feel comfortable publishing photos of him now, as I do of the old Josette, I because I know he exists no matter what doll, or if any doll, is representing him. It doesn't matter that I don't own the sculpt any longer. I don't feel, as I once did, that I am misleading anyone into believing I have this particular doll, when I write...

["I was an angel once" photo placeholder] As the New York sunset disappeared I found an empty garden Among the flagstones there Who lived here? He must have been a gardener who cared a lot. Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop. And now it all looks strange. It's funny how one insect can damage so much grain. "Empty Garden," Elton John, Bernie Taupin My baby would have been four today. Perhaps that's why I started thinking of him so much. Here  was his birthday post last year. Four years ago, one year ago, so very different, what can I say? One year from now, so very different? Thanks for your comments, A. S. I'm on my Treo and have to respond to you this way. I'm sorry. I appreciate your love and understanding. For some reason I am really feeling lost without my little blondie lately, and you really understand. Yes, I had made the Geocities page for him. His Empty Garden site should be finished soon, but who knows...

Johnny's Homecoming, 5/11/05 Henry senses disruption. Christmas, '06 Johnny in the cabin, holding ptarmigan feather. (Alaska/May '07) Johnny watches me risk my life while taking his picture in a small waterfall, Alaska. Exploring boreal forest, Exit Glacier, Alaska. Spring afternoon in the woods, '08. And here's to many more. ^__^