Just before guests arrived for my granddaughter’s birthday party, I caught her with her baby sister. One is 3 years old; the other is 3 weeks old.
I had initially dismissed this shot because she’s not in sharp focus, but there’s something that brings me back to it. Her energy. Her pure love of life. Listen. Can you hear her giggles?
You’ve seen my numerous posts featuring Elle (Elizabeth Jewel), my granddaughter. Early Friday morning, Elle’s world shifted a bit when Katherine Juliet quietly slipped into her life. I haven’t been over to their house since I finished my babysitting weekend on Sunday; I am anxious to see how Elle is taking to her little sister.
I now realize that I am blessed to have had far too may unforgettable moments to post on this blog.
Unforgettable: the first time I opened the blanket to touch Baby Elle’s little toes three years ago. (“Image by Mona” … nope my son/her daddy took this shot.)
Unforgettable: All of the incredible moments I am fortunate enough to spend with her as she grows into a remarkable little girl.
Unforgettable: If you’ve followed my blog for any time at all, you know that I spent the past two summers working and playing in China, part of it trekking about by myself. The first summer, when I was 60, I took a night-train from Shanghai to Beijing alone and toured the major sites with an English-speaking tour group. The second summer, I spent a week alone in Shanghai. This might not be that remarkable to those of you who are seasoned travelers, but it is quite UNFORGETTABLE and remarkable for me because this was my first time out of the United States.
Unforgettable: An invitation to dinner in a private home in Feicheng, Shandong Province, China. What’s even better is that we were allowed to “help” in making the dumplings.
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“Hope” is the thing with feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
Yesterday, while taking pictures at the picnic, I learned that hope comes from enjoying life, spending time with other people, giving time, sharing laughs and struggles.
Thank you to jakesprinter for another inspiring challenge. If you haven’t visited his blog, step on over; I think you’ll enjoy it.
I’ve been doing all of my work on a 13″ MacBook which eventually slogged into near-retirement; when I updated and upgraded, I did it in a major way. I have gifted myself with a 27″ iMac.
Wonderful machine! I am truly blessed to have it.
However, the images that looked pretty darn good to me on my little laptop screen make me cringe when I open them on this big beautiful blessed screen. It’s humbling and I am not so quick to throw pictures up on my blog anymore. (Maybe I’ll get over that.)
Since I feel the need to include an image or two in every post, for your amusement, here are two I did as a study in depth of field. I won’t bore you with every shot from f/18 to f/4 … just the beginning and the end. These Willow Tree figurines (Father & Son and Mother & Baby) represent my life…my family’s life…30 years ago.
And if you’ve followed my blog for any length of time, you might have figured out that the TRUE BLESSINGS in my life are my family, beginning with my two sons.
Click on an image to see the real effect of the difference in DOF.
I think it might be interesting to use this as a metaphor for the people in our lives. Sometimes strongly with us. Sometimes fading into the background, but still there.
This is not my work. My son took this picture of my daughter-in-law, my granddaughter, and my highly anticipated grandchild (due in 3 weeks).
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. NIV Psalm 139:13
It’s been 40 years. We have accepted the extinguishing of life as a right. I pray that we someday realize that we, as a nation, have been wrong. I pray that someday we realize that all life is sacred…not just the life that we see walking beside us.
Look at life through the eyes of a child, who is amazed and awed by the wonders of the world.
Can you imagine approaching your day as if you did not dread it, anticipating it to be boring, routine, possibly stressful or dreadful? Can you find something in your life today to look at closely, to appreciate, to find interesting, delightful, or wonderful?
St. Paul writes, “When I was child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man [woman], I put childish ways behind me.” (1 Corinthians 13:11)
I think that life might be better if we did not put away all of our childish ways. I think that we would enjoy life more if we approached it with the wonderment and delight of a child. Perhaps our enjoyment of life might spill over to those around us and they just might just have a good day.
In the past, I posted nearly every day. Like a child showing every drawing and scribbled attempt at poetry, I snapped away, made a few edits, posted, and said to the world hey look at me look at what I did! I did it!
I’m still taking pictures; having the camera in my hand is like holding the hand of a trusted dear friend. However, there have been a few changes in my life. First, I’ve promised myself better health, which means getting more sleep. Second, I’m more focused on work, prepping for classes and preparing reports. Finally, I moved into a small place, by myself. (Someday, when I find a way to write about this without hurting others, and in a way that it will help others, I will….maybe.) The move has almost doubled my drive time to work and to my son’s house.
Consequently, I have less time to edit pictures, write, post, and read other blogs. And I miss it so.
Most important, for some reason, I’m rarely happy with my pictures. Is my eye becoming more discriminating? Or am I in an artistic slump? The truth is probably a combination of the two.
Last week, between appointments, I stopped at a city park and worked on getting a sharp focus. The above shot of the ducks is the only one out of 83 shots that does not disappoint me.
But I had a treat today as I babysat my best playmate, my granddaughter. She had just gotten out of bed, and because I was focused on work, when she asked, “Grandma Mona, I need your iPad please!” I handed it over and took out my camera, forgetting all about the work.
I’ve read many posts about the difficulty of choosing only 12 pictures that would capture a year. I concur; the task was challenging in many ways. I am sure that I was not the only one who experienced a roller-coaster of emotions while lingering over a year’s worth of images — images that tell stories and conjure up memories. Click on any image to see my descriptions and view the slideshow.