My first picture of this journey. I thought I’d start with a picture of my “new”
camera I bought from my friend Jil. And
pictures. That is really what drew me to
this project. I love pictures. Moments in time. Visible memories. Photos of loved ones, photos that evoke emotions,
and some photos that capture what words can’t express.
One photo I wish I had is just the memory of a warm summer
day I drove down the street and saw a lemonade stand with a squad car parked
just ahead of it. The officer was standing
by the make-shift card table stand with the huge sign “LEMONADE 25 cents” taped
on the front and was taking a drink from a tall paper cup with his head back,
downing it with gusto. The little boy
seated behind the table was looking up at him with the biggest smile I’ve ever
seen. It made an impression on me, but
probably not as much as the impression made on that little boy. It's one of my favorite photo memories I can only wish I had to show you. It makes me smile every single time I think about it. Adoration wells up inside when I think of that officer who puts his life on the line everyday, and yet took the time to make a small boy's day.
Some photos lose their meaning and that loss is more
a passage of time than anything else. I
kept a clipping from my hometown paper posted the year after my high-school
graduation. At the time I was working at
a doughnut and coffee shop; all my friends were at college or moved away, but I had to work a
couple of years before I could go college. My
small hometown was building a new hospital and a red-headed Mr. Wonderful starting
coming into the shop every morning, buying a coffee and doughnut for himself
and his friend before heading out to the construction site. I was deeply in crush. My boss even noticed one morning as I fumbled
through making change to him. I saw out
the corner of my eye that knowing smile and felt embarrassed. I remember the day I threw away the clipping
of the wedding announcement of Mr. Wonderful and his new bride. I don’t even remember their names now. I just remember the feeling, sort of a freedom. I also
remember my Grandmother saying as I headed to college, “Well, if she’s not going
to get married, it’s a good thing she’s getting an education.” I thought at the time, little does she
know. When I was five, I told my
kindergarten friend my grandmother was the wisest women in the world. When she challenged me by saying she was
going to ask her, I told her my grandmother was also the humblest and would
deny it. My childish insight proved
truer than I thought. That’s not to say I won’t ever
fall in love and marry – but I’ll never be able to have the experience of
loving one person all my life and sharing memories of children and
grandchildren. I’ll have no pictures to
share of someone who has my eyes, or wishes they didn’t have my straight hair. And it’s okay. I am loved and that is enough.
Some photos are forever a part of you and become more cherished each passing day. My favorite photo of my mom and me was one taken on Mother’s
Day. We were on the front lawn of our
home standing near the evergreen that had once been our Christmas tree. I had a cream-white suit on with a baby blue
blouse. I held a blue carnation. My Mom had always told me that on Mother’s Day
she would wear a colored flower while her mother was living and a white flower
when her mother was in Heaven. That Mother’s Day Mom wore a while flower. I remember
after my grandmother’s funeral my mom saying she felt like an orphan. Being in college, and young, I found it a
strange statement. I now understand, for
now my flower is white.
Some pictures have become my white flowers in life, symbols
of the important bonds that bind, reminders of those I love but can no longer
see or speak to, symbols of what made me who I am today. Some pictures are my
colored flowers and represent the life I live now. My hope is that one day my photos will become someone
else’s white flowers. And that will be enough, a life well spent.
I have to share this - my friend Jil (who started me down this 365 journey) said her dad always told her you wear a red flower on Mother's Day if your mother is living, white if she is gone, and pink if she is really, really sick. Love it. :)
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