My husband, Garth (not his real name) thinks I'm nuts (I know, act surprised anyway okay?)
Aaaanyway, as I was showing a family friend my our new BESTEST, AWESOMEST, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT BUTTER, not to mention, ABSOLUTELY FRIGALICIOUS camera...
...he calls me out.
"She takes the weirdest pictures."
I was crushed.
So, I grabbed the camera (ever so gently) and began to scroll through the memory card.
Looking up on top of the sewing machine: the flower pot is a quick (but, prettiful) place to drop our keys and the glass ball actually belongs to something else that broke, years ago (can't remember what) but, the kids like to pretend it's a magic crystal ball....me, too.
Looking to the left of the sewing machine: two of my favorite pictures of Garth (not his real name) and I thought that the reflection on the one of us dancing at my brother's wedding was sort of cool -- quite apropos, really.
Aaaaand, then looking left (again) from the sewing machine: my Aunt Theresa crocheted this blanket for me as a Christmas present. My cousin gave it to me the day Theresa passed away and I'm still waiting for the awful sense of loss and regret to pass, too, each time I look at it.
"What's this one about?"
I looked over my friend's shoulder and blankly stared at the viewer.
[eyes go wide]
"Well, I would say a Christmas Cactus."
"But, you're the photographer."
"You probably see something different, like hair, or something!"
I know. In this case, different is code for nutty and/or weird. Still. I love, LOve, LOVe, LOVE my new BESTEST, AWESOMEST, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT BUTTER, not to mention, ABSOLUTELY FRIGALICIOUS camera...
[takes deep breath]
...because, it compels me to slow down and really appreciate the world around me and, well, she DID call me a photographer, right?
[sound of crickets chirping]
Shut up, Garth (NHRN!)
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