Photographs

I am thinking of investing in a new camera, a good one that takes photos of a size bigger than 5.1 mega pixels. I love to photograph things, mostly small, normal things, images of life around my house. The cat. Me on my good days. Things that are growing in the yard. People I love. Silly little things like my jeggings and my xylophone and my yellow cartoon character sunglasses.

Anything can be interesting if you just look at it closely enough! And so, here are some things from today.

Tomatoes grown in the backyard sitting on the windowsill.

Karli absorbing the sunshine on our exquisitely well-groomed lawn.

Penney hiding from the heat in the living room.

Me and Thor wasting away the labor day weekend hours.

Laundry!  Why use a dryer when it is ninety degrees outside?

Our little home. So happy.

This morning, I was eating breakfast on Belmont and a house burst into flames across the street.  I was eating hash browns and watching smoke and flames pour out of the roof of a house at the same time.  Within minutes, ten firetrucks showed up, put out the flames, and everything was fine.  It was the strangest thing.

I am glad our house was not the one to catch fire.  I am glad of all the silly little things around me that are lovely enough to be photographed.  I am glad of this heat that makes every thought slow down and hang there up in the air.

I am glad of change and of transitions and of soul-searching that might never completely come to rest.  I don't have photographs of the above three things, but I've got photographs of the rest of it because sometimes it's nice to be able to look back on old things and remember those moments that were so wonderful even when at the time, you didn't quite realize how wonderful they actually were because you were antsy and a little bit down.

That's why I like photographs.  And maybe it is a bit silly to take photos of every half-grown vegetable that emerges from the ground, but it makes me happy.  It really does.  Just be glad that I didn't include a photo of all my lacy underwear and granny panties hanging up to dry.