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…
[takes breath]
…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.
We nabbed this old foot pump Singer sewing machine in a yard sale, B.C. (before kids) I just love the shadow play with the wood and metal in this shot.
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.
Looking to the right of the sewing machine: the dining room window is the brightest in the house (even on the gloomiest of winter days) so, my geraniums are always in full bloom! /gloom
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.
[heavy sigh]
Aaaand, this is when I moved to the back door and, well, color me weird, but darned if I didn’t start to feel a whole lot better!
“What’s this one about?”
I looked over my friend’s shoulder and blankly stared at the viewer.
“Um, what do YOU think it looks like?”
[eyes go wide]
“Well, I would say a Christmas Cactus.”
[shrugs]
“But, you’re the photographer.”
[grin]
“You probably see something different, like hair, or something!”
[frown]
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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Comments
9 responses to “I Whip My Lens Back and Forth”
Yay for your new camera, Liz! I like your pictures. If your pictures are weird, then I guess a lot of mine are too!
Was thinking about you, today. Every time the roof leaks, actually. Garth (not his real name) was looking at houses on the Cape again, this morning 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
it’s cool buddy! my mom made fun of a lot of my photos, and then JUST the other day, on FB said “you know if you ever decide not to finish nursing school, at least you could fall back on that, you’re good, BUT YOU BETTER FINISH SCHOOL.”
i take that as a serious mom compliment!
we just APPRECIATE our frigalicious cameras!!!
You know, our frigalicious cameras are related, right 😉
Hugs,
Liz
Some day I should feature some of the weird stuff I take photos of, this is nothing. The best way to get good shots, I think, is to do just what you’re doing. Just take pictures, lot of pictures.
Tara,
Aaaand, you, my friend, are a master!
Hugs,
Liz
whatyoutakinabout Garth(NHRN!)!!!!
You have the BEST photographer’s eye I have ever seen!
I love your pictures.
In “manspeak” his weird probably mean “Really Cool”! 🙂
Hi Patty,
HAH! I never thought of it in "manspeak" terms 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Screw the haters! (okay, maybe that didn’t come out right.)