For that matter, it won’t be one story either. I’m not sure I’m capable of that, since my career is pretty much that of a glorified storyteller. Oh, do I love stories. Even when I think they’re not that interesting, I prove myself wrong each time.
I don’t know what the real story here is. Is it about being two years behind in editing photos (still)? It’s to the point where I’m editing newborn photos of my near two-year-old nephews. That’s ok, though. I have been giving them free photo shoots for two years now. It’s only a bonus when I email or text them with, “Oh yeah! Just found 455 new photos of Parker eating avocado.” No one hates that. It’s like when you discover a Jodi Picoult book you never read, or a Bruce Hornsby song you’ve never heard. A $20 bill in last year’s winter coat. A pint of unopened peanut butter cup ice cream in the freezer.
Perhaps this story is about a tradition, several years old, and FUN. We used to go to Hancock Shaker Village on random weekdays in early April – mainly because I’m allergic to crowds – although how much of a crowd can you get at a Shaker Village in the middle of the Berkshires? (more than you’d know) These days we have to go on weekends if we want Cassidy to tag along, but apparently we only wanted that once! Instead, we go during spring break – during the tail end of “Baby Animals” season. We get there early because the parking lot fills up. Like I said, crowds are relative. I can go to Disney World without blinking, but you expect that to be crowded. If I go to a grocery store on a random Tuesday morning, or a Shaker Village on a sunny Wednesday, other people make me itchy. I don’t get itchy from pollen or baby animals, though.
It’s just.. perfect. We get free passes from the library, although I shouldn’t admit that, because they save us up to $40 and I always worry they’ll be flying off the library shelves. Alas, they’re always there. We drive the hour or so to the village – through winding New England perfection – and we pass through Camp Greylock and make jokes about the conditions there. There’s always a stop for ice cream (see photos above) and a stop in the gift shop – where each kid picks out one small souvenir. In fact, I can trace my financial success, or at least progress, to these spring break road trips. I remember the first time I bought the kids souvenirs with my own money. It was at Sturbridge Village with Bev and I was sheepish about it.
A third option is that this story is really about children eating thoughtfully. Even though I’m two years behind on editing photos, sometimes that’s for the best because it might take me another two years to catch up. I used to take my camera everywhere and I used to thrust it in my kids’ faces constantly, and sometimes I’d miss out on what we were all doing. Then I started doing more photography full time and it became less fun to be doing it in my personal time. THEN, I realized that was BS because personal photography is important too. I’m still trying to figure all of that out but I will report back.
Not only did it become less fun, but my kids became less fun about it. That doesn’t mean it stopped/stops me, even if I’m two years behind. The thing is – there’s a reason that wedding photographers take their breaks during dinner. Photos of people eating are somewhat terrible! And that also doesn’t mean it stopped/stops me. I think my kids eat quite thoughtfully! It could be because we hand-packed the picnic ourselves, and that can be exciting to kids. You made your bed. You lie in it. Even if it contains carrots, yogurt pouches, and sandwiches with the crust cut off. It tastes like..perfection.
This is me linking up, as one of my favorite things to do, with Finish The Sentence Friday. This week’s topic is Photo Share Friday And there’s still time to write yours. Come link up with your spin: HERE. What’s your photo? What’s its story?