Thursday, February 21, 2013

Where the Wild Things Are

So this may or may not be from October. Ok it is. But I still love these pictures and never got to share them. So if we can read "Where the Wild Things Are" every day for 3 months straight, surely it won't hurt to share the story one more time with all of you. 

"The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind...
...and another...

His mother called him "WILD THING!" and Max said "I'll eat you up!" 

So he was sent to bed without eating anything.

That very night in Max's room, a forest grew...

...and grew...

...and grew...

 ...until the ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around.

And an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max, and he sailed off through night and day...

...and in and out of weeks...

and almost over a year... where the Wild Things are.

And when he came to the place where the Wild Things are, they roared their terrible roars, and gnashed their terrible teeth, and rolled their terrible eyes, and showed their terrible claws.

Till Max said "BE STILL!" and tamed them with the magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once.

And they were frightened, and called him the most wild thing of all!
And made him king of all Wild Things.

"And now," cried Max, "let the wild rumpus start!

"Now stop!" Max said, and sent the Wild Things off to bed without their supper. Then Max, the King of all Wild Things, was lonely. And wanted to be where someone loved him most of all.

Then, from far away across the world, he smelled good things to eat. So he gave up being King of where the Wild Things are. But the Wild Things cried "Oh please don't go! We'll eat you up! We love you so!" And Max said "No!"

The Wild Things roared their terrible roars, and gnashed their terrible teeth, and rolled their terrible eyes, and showed their terrible claws. But Max stepped into his private boat, and waved goodbye.

And sailed back over a year...

...and in and out of weeks, and through a day...

...and into the night of his very own room, where he found his supper waiting for him.

And it was still hot."

(yes...I typed that from memory. I'm not even kidding. I don't think I'll ever forget it. In fact I hope I never do.)

For your viewing pleasure...
Jet recommends it be watched 5 times a day for a good 6 weeks for optimal viewing.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Pumpkins in December

For months I've been dreaming of catching up on the blog. Bringing out my camera here and there to take more pictures, only to add them to the disastrous four-car-pile-up that is my iphoto storage. Pictures I'm glad I took, yet just can't find a second to go through. 

When I made the transition from "hobby" to "jobby" a year ago and began to take pictures for other people,  I didn't realize that it would rearrange my lifestyle the way it did.  While I still make time for my #1 job and true loves - being a mommy and wife - and find time for friends and family about the same as I always have - the time I spend on photography for me has greatly diminished. It's hard to justify spending the time on your personal photos when other families are anxiously awaiting the pictures they paid for. And family  blogging? Forget about it. There's a long list of must-do things in front of that little treat. And while this new endeavor has been fun and fulfilling and a much needed blessing in so many ways, I do find myself missing those days when I could just sit out in the yard or lay on my living room floor and take pictures of the little subject who turned my eye and my heart to photography in the first place. 

Now he's got preschool, and I've got editing. We both love our new chapters and are thankful for the opportunities, but it doesn't mean I don't still have that deep desire to pick up my camera and capture our own lives, journal our own memories, the way I've always loved to do. 

After all, they grow so fast. 

So last week I made some time and went through 3 months of holidays and every-days, adding my personal edits to a few favorites and leaving the rest how the camera originally saw it, doing my best to organize what could easily have been about 5 blog posts. lol. And as I looked back on all the pictures of pumpkins and Jet (pre-most-recent-haircut) I stopped and thought "does anybody really care about all this stuff? 

Do people really wanna see old pictures of Jet playing in the leaves with Christmas just over a week away? And Halloween? Isn't there some sort of law that you aren't allowed to post pics from 2 holiday's ago?

(Jet apparently thinks I've broken some sort of  law...)

Is this quite simply a waste of time...

(Jet's Trick-or-Treat Entourage)

 I mean really, I start actin crazy when I see pumpkins out in yards past Thanksgiving.  And I'd be lying if I said I haven't fantasized about cleansing my neighborhood (or maybe the world) of all the old pumpkins left to rot on porches and driveways long past their holiday-expiration-date. (Come on folks! How much work is it to throw out your old pumpkins!? You think your fairy godmother is gonna come make a nice coach out of it for you?? I don't think so!)  Ok. So maybe no one else notices that stuff. Or maybe you're guilty of it and laughing to yourself  (in which not funny.) 
But it's thoughts like that that make me think, maybe I should just move on.
Pick up again after Christmas. 
Keep moving forward. 
Keep things relevant.

But then my thoughts go to the events of this past Friday. When the world of parents, teachers and students everywhere was turned upside down. When the innocent lives of precious children were so tragically taken. When countless families received the horrifying news that their loved ones weren't coming home from school. When mommies and daddies and brothers and sisters lived out a nightmare no one could have predicted. When 20 babies were lost, and countless other babies lost all that was familiar...their sense of safety...their innocence. When I cried all day for those children who didn't survive, and cried again for those children who did. When I cried for my child, prayed for his future, hugged him closer and kissed him more frequently (which if you know how much I kiss those sweet cheeks, it would seem almost impossible.)

 It was in that day and the days to follow, that I was reminded life is too short, too precious, and too beautiful not to cherish it. Not to give thanks for it. Not to remember all the big and small moments we spend with our families and never let them go. 

Even if means going through 3 months of pictures. 
Even if it means putting work on hold so you can spend time doing something you love for your family.
Even if it means you're never quite caught up on laundry or dishes or clearing away the clutter. 

You can do it. 

You should do it. 

I should do it.
Because it does matter. We should care. And it is relevant.

Even if it means pumpkins in December.

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