Eight years’ effects

personally

Eight years ago today my brother and his amazing wife drove down from Maryland to meet us for breakfast at the Barnside, a tiny but kicky diner in Franconia, Virginia. They live a hectic life while ours was pretty active meaning our opportunities to get together had to be for big events.

He handed me a bag containing a box, saying “You’re getting close to retiring. You’ve shown interest in photography. This should help you”.

My jaw dropped when I realized he meant it was a camera. I could not believe it. When I gathered my thoughts, I figured the camera would facilitate something I might dabble in but I had seen some of his professional photography.

Indeed, I look at my efforts, embarrassed I saved some of the shots I did (worse, i circulated some of them: cringe moment). But, as always true with kaizen, repeated small improvements means my results are better than in 2017.

It’s all his fault (isn’t what always happens with brothers??) that photography has become my escape—and my link with some of you. My camera became a fixture during the pandemic as it gave my husband and me a reason to venture out into both the danger (remember, we didn’t always know much about the causes of covid in the beginning) and the world as spring provided needed color in the face of the dreariness of fear in March 2020 when the world changed.

I was hooked.

As a point of celebration of this anniversary, I share a couple of my favorite photographs to show that actions really do create consequences.

Thanks for humoring me. I hope revisiting these brings you some joy this Thursday.

I welcome any comments. Thank you for your time and support.

Be well and be safe. FIN