i’ve often wished my eyes were cameras where i could snap a photo with a blink. i stare out my window as i drive and see a striking image and in the blink of an eye the image is changed or gone. i look up at the sky and am in awe of the sunsets over the water and in the blink of an eye the sun sets and it’s dark. i see sweet interaction between a father and son as i walk around the lake and in the blink of an eye the kid goes from giggling and smiles to screaming fits of toddler rage. spur of the moment get-togethers with friends that turn into the most fun you’ve had all week and in the blink of an eye, we’re all home and in bed and no photo was taken.
thru my eyes i see your world,
thru my lens another viewpoint is exposed.
photos capture the subtle things in the chaos of the moment.
photos capture the joy in the eyes,
eyes that are so wrapped up in the moment that they don’t see how beautiful they are.
we will always remember weddings, birthdays, holidays and celebrations,
but photos are snap shots and still frames our minds might be otherwise inclined to forget.
taking pictures is therapeutic for me. half of them i don’t use. the way i look at it is, if you take 50 shots, at least 20 of them are guaranteed to be decent. i think for me too, if i’m in a funk or i’m having a bad day, or i’m sad or depressed or needing a hug but no one is around, or i’m being an irrational female… whatever it is… looking at those pictures can be calming or can life you up or can make you smile. even if one small smile is the result, it’s worth it. the capturing of a beautiful sunset or of the beach with mt. rainier in the background can serve as reminder of how magnificent creation is. not that we don’t recognize this, but sometimes living in a cement jungle we forget just how beautiful the world is. and if in the small moments in our daily life, those small but beautiful moments can be captured…
