Birthday Boys

There is something innately pleasing upon finding objects that are similar... Our eyes are drawn to repeating patterns and finding order in a chaotic existence.

Ofttimes in nature you can find congruent, harmonious entities and groupings

that make us pause and notice....

two objects that have become so close & similar, that they begin to meld into one.

Which brings us to our birthday boys... their coinciding smiles draw the eye---

then and

now...

And anyone around is attracted to their generous nature.

I'm certain as children they could read each other's minds and spoke in their own language.... because when you are around them now, you see they do read each other's mind and speak in their own language (prattling off Bureau acronyms like SAC's, & POV's)

Those of us lucky enough to observe and know them, find joy in the pattern of their lives intertwined with ours.

In Emily Bronte's book Wuthering Heights, Catherine says of her friend/adopted brother Heathcliff, that "she is Heathcliff." As Catherine and Healthcliff shared their lives and trials together and walked through the mists rising off of the moors in England, their dissimilarities dissolved, and they became the same. One early morning as Pete and Steve were out walking, I captured them side by side in my favorite shot I call: "the mist rising off of the Moores."

Steve, sei gran forma per quaranta sei! Ti amo per eternita` e piu` lungo. Pete, buon compleanno; sei meraviglioso. Tanti, tanti auguri e le cose migliori della vita.

We celebrate you two. Have fantastic birthdays!

(Top 5 Photos courtesy of Pete Moore)