sketchbookthought

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secret snapshots

i have gone most of the summer without taking a single picture capturing those fleeting moments that are constantly calling out to be forever caught. this has greatly angered the artist within. i so want to be able to:

*click* take a picture of a girl crouching down and intensely searching for crawdads in the creek.

or *click* the giant grin that greets me at the top of the water slide tower as a boy has returned for the 12th time this hour.

or *click* how the sunlight filters through the layers of leaves and tent covering to create shadows of such unique design.

or *click* little hands being held by bigger ones.  

or *click* squealing eight year olds being soaked to the skin during intense water games.

or *click* three little ladies building sand ‘castles’ on the volleyball court.

or *click* the sweaty, satisfied face of the child who has just conquered the vast climbing tower.

or *click* my fellow staffers sharing a hardy laugh over something ridiculous.

or *click* the colorful, shining faces of my children on face-painting day: lines, squiggles, curls, mustaches, tigers, butterflies.

or *click* a little, dark-headed girl popping up in the back of an almost empty bus.

or *click* a sleepy one slumped over in his seat silently calling out to be loved.

or *click* the brilliantly handsome sunset after the storm.

or *click* a defeated look flashing across one of my dear co-workers’ face.

or *click* a tiny spot of emerald moss nestled in the crook of a root. 

but this, this is all i have to show for my summer. i cannot bring you loads of pictures or recordings of screams and laughter or eternal smiles that i can pull out later for a rainy day or any sort of tangible, visible evidence of how my summer adventures have come and gone. this hurts me…for i so love to remember and pictures have always aided me to do so. but of course, our Father is good to me even when i know He doesn’t have to be. my job for the very last week of camp is to be the photographer. (smile) He sure has a sense of humor and a great love for me. one more week, beloved, and He’s blessing you again.

finish strong.

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One comment on “secret snapshots

  1. Liz
    July 31, 2011

    Excited about you are taking photos this week!! I LOVE your insight, observations, and amazingly descriptive writing! Such visuals for me! Thank you for capturing these images of camp in writing!

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