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~an everyday shot: a moment preserved, a glimpse into my everyday, where I seek beauty in the ordinary.~
What beautiful, fun, happy days these have been!
(all iPhone shots)
Monday evening our fourteen-year-old daughter and I went to the bay for the sunset. She needed to get into nature after a stressful weekend. I noticed that an iPhone photo I took of her standing on the bluff looked like a silhouette, so I asked her to "do a ballet pose," and snapped this shot...
One of these days (soon, I hope), I want to do a ballerina photo shoot with her - at the beach, downtown in the city, at the bay.
My computer is complaining and making grinding noises. It's making it nearly impossible to write on the thing. In the back of my mind, I wondered why it was such a mess, but just kept on filling it up until the day I received a little pop-up note that said some mumbo-jumbo about how the computer is rather full.
I wondered why it would be rather full. I don't have a lot of music on it, almost no video, but...oh, yeah, I do have pictures.
36,404 of them.
Who knew, right?
And there are 721 on my camera still waiting to download to my complaining, grinding machine that has no space for them.
I think I'm going to need to find a solution! Do you have an idea of what to do?
I've been mulling over this photo for the past week, along with a vertical one taken out of my airplane window a few minutes before...
...and I've been trying to come up with a brilliantly written post.
Sunsets like that should be accompanied by words about beginnings or endings or final days or some such, but.
We're just in the middle.
In the middle of our marriage.
In the middle of childrearing.
In the middle of our lives.
In the middle of making our million.
...wait, no, actually, we're not even close to that. Not a fraction of close to that. I meant,we're..
In the middle of our dreams for the future.
In the middle of maturity.
So a sunset over Atlanta means, to me, that it's simply the middle of my journey from Chicago to Florida.
There's nothing spectacular about the middle.
It's not a fresh beginning.
It's not a satisfying ending.
The days can be ho-hum.
A moment is often the same as the last.
There aren't awards for being in the middle.
There aren't ribbons to cut.
But it's where we are.
I like it here, in the middle.
It feels just right, for now.
My friends and I got the sudden urge last weekend, at 1:30am, to drive to the "loop," Chicago's downtown. We were just about the only ones on those city streets, a perfect time for some photos of Chicago by night.
(Photo by me, somewhere in North Carolina, October 2008. My brother and his family are in the canoe)