What I see is my giant shadow engulfing my little niece as she sits in the grass. What I hope is that I have enough goodness in me that my example will cast half as great a shadow on her life as that literal one. What I fear is I’m falling far, far short of even half.
You can preach
a better sermon
with your life
than with your lips.
– Oliver Goldsmith
What I see is my niece playing tea pots. What I think is, “I used to have hair like that. Golden and shiny and beautiful. (sigh) And now I don’t.” What I feel is old. What I hope is I’m not nearly as old as I’ll get.
The great thing
about getting older
is that you don’t lose all
the other ages you have been.
– Madeleine L’Engle
This is the picture that sparked my photo blog creativity once again - albeit almost 3 weeks after I took it. What I see is Amanda swinging wildly out over the body of water that she calls Swan Lake. What I think is that will never be me. What I wonder is when did I get too scared to fly?
I don’t believe for one moment
that youth is wasted on the young.
When I was young, I just loved clowns. I have no idea how that got started, or why I loved them so much, but I did. So why are pictures like this such a surprise to me? How is that something I forget? What I see here is a grouping of some of the clowns that I had collected (note the wall art!). What I think is that it's amazing how much we change over the years and how many things there are about ourselves that even we don't remember.
I notice well that one stray step
from the habitual path
into a new direction.
– Franz Grillparzer
I remember this day; it was a very good day. What I see is my nephew (who turned 17 this past summer) in the kind of moment that seems set aside for the young. What I think is that it isn't over til it's over.
I can be filled with joy and wonder too.
My niece Amanda at her fourth birthday party last September. What I see is a kid who knows what's good - and she seems intent on getting every bit of chocolate off of that fork. What I think is that everyone should get their very own cake on their birthday. Let everyone else share!
Birthdays are nature’s way
of telling us
to eat more cake.
My niece, baby Allison, back when she was still a tiny little thing. What I see is a darling baby, who was always asleep. What I think of is how fast she's growing, and the now six-month-old who was just sitting on my knee and kicking her little legs for all she was worth.
Time is at once
the most valuable
and the most perishable
of all our possessions.
– John Randolph
A comment CW made here last week put me in mind of all the photos I treasure, even though they are very far from perfect. This is one of them. What I see is an old picture of my high-school friend, poorly framed, blurry, and a lot orange. What I think of is how like memory this is, fuzzy and imperfect, and yet the whole story is there, of friendship and laughter, big hair, priceless works of art, and goofing off after school.
We don’t remember days;
we remember moments.
– Cesare Pavese
I like how the color of this little guy shows up against the brown leaves in the background. What I see is a tiny, tiny tree - or the beginnings of a tree - doing what all the big trees are doing this time of year. What I think is that just because you're small or young or inexperienced, doesn't mean you can't achieve greatness.
– Les Brown
This is my Aunt & Uncle's farm and the kids are headed to the creek (and it's little pond) that's just inside the tree line at the bottom of the hill. What I see is boys making the most of a beautiful day. What I think of is all the times in my life when walking wasn't fast enough for me, either.
just gotta run.
This is my nephew Peyton, singing with The House of Burgess last summer. What I see is a 13-year-old who is trying something new, even though he was nervous about it. What I think of is determination; of willingly, even purposely, doing things that are daunting, or even scary, or even in front of an audience. What I feel is proud.
He is strong
who conquers others;
he who conquers himself
– Lao Tsu
There's nothing special about this picture. But it speaks to me just the same. What I see is a pair of stockings that weren't meant to stay pristine. What I think of is an Easter Sunday filled with laughter and joy, and little girls who were allowed to be little girls.
We may come home
a little dirty,
but isn’t that proof
we lived the heck
out of our day.
My niece Amanda. I love this picture! What I see is unreserved exuberance, joy, enthusiasm, wonder. What I think of is living a life wide open.
Children are a blessing,
and the lessons they teach are many.
My aspiration is to pay attention…
and maybe learn a thing or two.