I am rather excited about today. First and foremost I am feeling much better. Got my usual early start, with a bit more zip today then the past few days. Both Jenny and John are at the respective offices, the kids both at school. I have already cleared a bunch of insurance business off my plate, even concluded some chores around the house (and yes, Johnny, if you are reading today's post, I have even had my morning cayenne drink already.) Pulled out the many edits of my newest novel. Cleared a writing spot for myself... and am hoping to be able to spend the complete day in the life of my characters. How exciting, yes?
My daughter's home desk has a board behind the monitor with many many pics of her, her husband and the grandchildren at different stages of their lives... in addition children drawings and affirmative quotes.
For many of the snap-shots I was here with them... remember the time they were taken and what life was like in this household during those moments, hours, days surrounding those seconds of time. How Evelyn loves to ham it up for the camera... always been that way,that one... And Alexander? Like his personality he is just himself, more caught up or rather occupied in the second--true to their natures, Evey lets the camera control her and Lex controls the camera. Many are colored photos, some "professionally" done... yet two, that are my favorites are black and white. One is of lex as a baby and he has the best and biggest toothless laugh, looking intently at whoever caught his attention. The other is of Evey, wearing a little hippy dress nama bought her at a boutique shop in Encinitas, walking barefoot in the sand at seal beach in Lajolla. I think why I like both these photos is because they have both captured the actual spirits of each of the children. Few things rarely bother Lex and Evey is a deep thinker. There are no poses, just a soul captured through a lens.
There is an unmistakable history on this board for sure.
I have no pictures of when I was growing up; well, that is a lie. I have one. I was just a toddler. I even remember the day the picture was taken. I tried to stand on the bathroom tub to get a look at myself in the mirror wearing my pretty new dress before the photographer (yes, they used to come to your house back then) forced me to sit with my sister... outside of that, none. My parents told me that the camera broke just before i was born and that was the reason. Rather symbolic when you think about it (if you have been following along you will get that.)
I wonder if everyone fails to take and/or display pictures of the time when their lives are hard? Like it is a deep secret wished to be kept? A way to erase the memory of it? To escape the reality of it? Like hard = bad? If it isn't captured, it never existed?...
... when indeed those times are the ones that should be most treasured; they are real; they are life... and they are truly the most valuable.
Have a grand day all. Peace.