Visuals can tell a story

50 years later. Same place. Same ship. On the

left, my dad and me in 1962 on deck somewhere in the Strait of Juan de Fuca on

the way to beautiful Victoria, British Columbia. On the right, my son and me last week on the

same deck. The 1962 version of me, and my son today,

are about the same age, one. My dad died when I was 13. Much too young

and too soon. In the picture he is 35. I am currently 51. Different

world. Different time. Both images are actually stills from motion picture cameras.

On the left from an old Bell & Howell 8mm film camera; few people had a movie camera then.

On the right from a smart phone; everyone on board had one. A lot of

water has passed through the strait since my dad held me on the same

ship 50 years ago. A lot has changed. Who would have believed in 1962 that I would be taking higher quality movies of my future son on the same ship using only my phone, and that the movie we shot would be instantly viewable...for free. Crazy. I'm putting together a family home movie blending our 8mm motion pictures from the '60s with footage we are taking today of our young family. I hope that someday my son will pose for the camera with his one-year old child on the ship to Victoria. What a cool image that would be, and what a great story it would tell.

My oldest brother took the shots

of us last week. He was somewhere just behind the camera 50 years ago as

well. Time marches on...but we're still kicking.