Found my old N90 (notice there’s no D for Digital) in the closet today. Snapped a quick roll. Believe me I tried Chimpin’ and back button focusing, neither to be found in the old school world. I kinda liked it. Made me think a bit more.
There’s nothing like the natural colors. this is straight out of camera with a little bit of web sharpening.Not perfection, but just something a lil different.
History is a race between education and catastrophe
-H. G. Wells
A confession. I am not a vicious reader. However, I may possibly be the most ferocious reader of book jackets and reviews. The evidence can be found in the three foot pile sitting next to my bed, composed of anything from fiction to biography to “bettering your business” to “how to color in the lines”.
Occasionally, I do fail at avoidance.
I actually pick up a book and read past the inside cover. Once the journey begins and I’ve been captured by my prey, I’ve been known to sit for hours and days straight until I finish an entire book. Yes really, one whole book. Recently, I finished Three Cups of Tea in 2 sittings. (If you haven’t read this, it’s a must). To some this is no incredible feat, but for me it’s unheard of to be able to sit still for more than 20 minutes without some type of electronic gadget or my phone in hand.
Until recently, I’ve been trying to find something to match this masterpiece. Something to avoid attacking my guilty pile of book jackets. I found it the other day and of course it’s by the same author Greg Mortenson.
Primary education is a requirement in the United States.
Primary education in some other countries is a luxury. It is something fought for. It is something that elderly men will give up their lives fighting for. Something that young women are destroyed for. Local men will hike with 90lb bags of cement, 18 miles upriver in order to create a foundation for educating their youth. It is that important to them. The thirst for knowledge. The thirst to read.
Meanwhile, my 3 foot stack remains untouched, unread. My guilt can often creep in and hypocrisy strikes. In one moment I neglect the education at my fingertips, in the next I advocate those who fight for growth.
I was thinking of the little girls I’ve photograph and how they are protected and nurtured. Parents treasuring their innocence wanting to capture every little moment. Amazed by their first words, the first time they put letters together and read a word. Learning at such a young age to read, paint, communicate, color, dress up, explore and laugh freely. Able to roam freely. Able to experience an education. Able to dream.
We live in such an incredible country. And cheesy as it may be, I’m proud to be American. And I’m so fortunate to be able to see the next generation grow and discover.
Equally so, I am proud of people like Greg Mortenson who share that freedom and spread it across country lines. One day I hope I can pay my education forward. For now I will attempt to race over to that gigantic pile of books and get past the front cover before a ‘catastrophe’ happens and the pile falls on me whilst sleeping.
Mountains can never reach each other, despite their bigness. But humans can.
-afghan proverb
Things have been a lil off lately. My mind jumps around, wandering off to dark places and then quickly retreating into a realm of appreciation and gratitude. Appreciation for family, friends, love, my health, work and just the little things like a good home cooked meal, a soft bed or a minute to close my eyes and rest.
But yesterday I was upset. Mad that cancer had stricken my house. I was mad at myself for being mad. I know so many others that seem to hold the principle of “you can’t worry about things you can’t control”. I wondered if they always felt this way or did they have moments where the lil bit of anger crept into their mind and tried to attack their positive thoughts. But of course I then felt so guilty for holding onto contempt for something. What was the point of bringing myself down. And, as always, I reminded myself that these are all normal emotions and it’s ok to feel this way.
I thought about how this whole experience has helped me to appreciate the everyday details. Details like the sun, blue skies, gray skies, children playing in the water, smells of spring, just going for a walk with my husband, noticing buildings unseen while driving, talking (not IM each other while in the same room), my mom, his mom, my grandma, family, friends, a good cup of coffee… you get the point.
Now don’t ask how these pictures relate at all to my words, except for when I look at them it takes any bit of negative feelings I have away. It reminds me of how precious life is and how every day should be cherished. Plus I can’t blog without a picture.
Don’t worry, I’m not going crazy…yet. Just a hiccup in the day.
xo
I know I’m so bad. I haven’t posted in way too long. Little things like life and work get in the way of sipping a good cup of homemade coffee and an early morning writing. To remain true to my hectic schedule, I will be a woman of few words today.
Here are a few shots from a quick mini session in the park with these two little cuties. They definitely helped me breakaway from the grind and gave me a much needed day of exercise.
2 of my favorite siblings are back. the double e’s. eliana and ezekiel. no they aren’t twins. just very close in age and they keep mom extremely busy, especially since eliana is now starting to realize her legs can hold her upright. ezekiel is turning 2 on december 10 and eliana will be one just a month behind in january.
i love them to pieces. they can come destroy my house anytime.
they are amazing, period.
