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 More Grandpa Davey Speaks
 
 
 A Path with a Heart
 Answers
 A Stop at Willoughby
 Can't Captue It
 Choices
 Corrections
 Crossing Texas
 Ewe To?
 Girls
 Golden Biscuits
 Invest in Yourself
 Killing Me Softly
 Leave it to Beaver
 Locke Machine
 Lost in the Grand Canyon
 Mind Over Temperature
 Mother of all Storms
 Mr. Wizard
 Mysterious Money
 No Sense at All
 Not Shadow People
 Poverty Point
 Queer Creatures
 Reckless Abandon
 Shadow People
 Squirt Gets Run Over
 Sub Prime
 Surrogates
 TEOTWAWKI
 The Cheapest Medicine
 The Golden Calf
 Ticket to Freedom
 Two Types of Girls
 Vaya Con Dios
 Wake Up!
 Where's the Beef?
 Worst Case Scenario
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 Can’t Capture It
 
 We can intrigue, inform, lure, excite, or invite with our stories, 
			yet cannot pass on experience from one to another. The images we 
			capture serve to awaken memories in those that have them and 
			hopefully stimulate
			fantasies in 
			those that don’t.
 
 
  Last 
			Saturday, after driving past some of the most dramatic scenery this 
			world has to offer, I realized I had neglected to capture the view. 
			Tomorrow, I promised, would be different. Sunday came and I found 
			this task was not just difficult, but impossible. 
 From the river, across a broad expanse of rolling meadows and 
			forests, the jagged spine of the Rockies arose. As far as the eye 
			could see, the Continental Divide stood before us. On our side, 
			creeks run to the Pacific, on the other to the Arctic Ocean.
 
 Failing at my task, I realized that no one could capture such a 
			scene. Words, pictures, or video can only serve to remind us of the 
			real image that exists in our minds. Many times we try to convey an 
			experience by accentuating an important aspect. Sometimes the big 
			picture is the important aspect. In these cases, we are incapable of 
			sharing.
 
				A woman sits near the window 
				of the El Tovar 
				Restaurant. Gazing across the
				Grand 
				Canyon, she silently weeps. No one can paint a picture of 
				what she sees.
Approaching Dante’s View, my 
				breath is suddenly taken from me, as I become aware of the 
				valley floor, one mile below the side of the road. Video could 
				not capture the moment. 
Watching a documentary on
				Yellowstone, 
				I smell the thermal features. Even though smell is our most 
				memorable sense, we have yet to acquire smellevision. 
Nearing the headlands at 
				Rialto Beach, I am struck with apprehension by the deep 
				unearthly sound of the powerful ocean meeting the rocky shore. 
				We have no camera that can photograph feelings.  I could
			go on 
			and on. If you don’t have these places in your mind, I can only 
			pique your interest. In the end you'll have to 
			lace up 
			your boots 
			and go see for yourself.  ©5/29/09
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