My brother and his wife dropped by from Holland to visit and meet my son Martin for a couple of days.
Since 2002, I have seen my brother twice, once for my wedding in 2005 and now. I guess not being around your loved ones can be a part of growing up. I miss him often.
Here he is, helping me out with things for the baby’s room…
My son Martin Daniel’s very first picture! I’m so excited! It’s both a realization and a dream.
He was born just last night. Here’s hoping I can give him all I had and much, much more.
Welcome to you, and how do you do, Everybody’s waiting here at… the Gonzalez’s corner!
I’m a father. WHOA!
I took this picture of my sister in March.
For weeks, environmentalists, the press, the home where he was raised in Italy speculated, hypothesized and searched for the missing “rampaging” Bruno. Germany hadn’t seen a bear in its realms since 1835. Some farmers got upset over their losses in poultry and sheep. Others claimed that he had scratched their cars. Germans consider their cars shrines, so that was no less than sacrilege.
Recently, a Finnish team was after its tracks. This weekend, the Bavarian government authorized hunters to shoot the bear on sight. When the order was signed (the German government doesn’t work on Sundays), the bear was already dead…
I must admit when I heard the news this morning on the radio, I had to weep for the death of hope for brown bears in a world where we have made all species, including our own, foreign and unworthy.
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