I have decided that working on Scavenger Hunt Sunday was a good way to get back into photography. I love it, not sure why I slacked out except that work was stressing me out.
Where’d all the candy go?
An ordinary Easter for us. For several years now we head over to the grassy round about and have our own Easter-egg hunt.
So maybe it wasn’t my year for a photo a day for the year. I flopped back in May. No excuses or reasons I am going to give. It just didn’t work for me this year. I also have barely picked up my camera since May. I took it with me to the mountains and took some shots of the awesome views.
Mr B and I decided to go to the zoo one day, but didn’t stay long because it was too hot. But I got in a few shots.
Today I took my camera out for the first time in over a month. It was nice. I need to pay better attention when I am shooting in Manual mode in the sun though because the flowers I found, none came out.
I love these free growing bushes. They are like a honeysuckle, but called a Trumpet I think.
I love the houses on Rio Grande street. This house is quite large, but I like the front yard and the style of the house.
And of course my favorite clock, in another season.
A week behind, but I wanted to complete the quest anyway. =)
I have missed a few weeks. At first it was just one week then I didn’t even get on the computer to see what I was missing. Work has been rough, but I won’t get into it. Here are Sunday’s interpretations. Hopefully I can make up for last week’s too.
It is very rare that I get pictures of people other than Mr B. I had several pictures of this family that first week of April but this is by far my favorite. There is also a little story behind the shirt. Both his older brothers used to wear that shirt (they are 10 and 8). When the 8 year old grew out of it, Deena gave all their clothes to another mother because she thought they weren’t going to have any more children. It just so happened that the other mother found this box of clothes to give back to Deena. And her favorite Easter shirt was in the box. Little C was doing this because I was taking his picture. One of the first days I was experimenting with the Macro lens.
I find I go back to many different places these days for photo walks. I like to take different pictures of the same things, like this bridge. Different days produce different images, right? I am posting this picture in this blog post, with a different title, stewing over some words I read earlier and realized this is my Photo-Heart Connection for April. Even though these words just hit me. See, 15 years ago I met this boy. He was everything I hoped for, except we didn’t live in the same town. One time when he came to visit he decided to look into going back to school since I was there (it would have been his 3rd attempt). He was smart. He was a hard worker. He was kind. He had a great family. I was afraid to show him how I felt because I was afraid I would scare him off. When he learned he couldn’t get money to go back to school he decided to enlist in the Air Force. He broke up with me after visiting the recruiting office saying that he needed to focus in boot camp. He wouldn’t be able to make it through with a girl friend back home. As much as it hurt, I had to admit I understood that. He was hoping to go out and see the world. Low and behold, he ended up stationed an hour away. Half way between me and his home. Ironic I guess. As a plumber, so no hope for getting transferred in his 4 enlisted years. If you knew his story, you would actually probably feel bad for him. I tried to get reconnected with him, but it wasn’t in his timing I guess. Then a few months before I was due to graduate with my Bachelors I ran into him. Instantly, it was as if there wasn’t all that time between us. It lasted longer that time, but still ended. That was the last time we tried to be an item. After that, any time we saw each other or spent time together, I would just let it be the two of us and never say anything. Again I was afraid it would scare him off forever. The last time I saw him was October 1999. In March 2000, I was in Indiana at Flight Attendant training and wrote him a letter. Letting him go. Thinking I was giving myself closure. I might have told him finally how I had always felt about him, but I also said something ugly I have always wished I could take back. I learned later that he had gotten some girl pregnant and he was an officer and they were moving to North Carolina. I know he has married that girl. When I finally admitted to myself that I was in love with him, and that I should have grasped this and let him know, I know that he is the one that got away. I am now 37 years old. Last year I learned from my “best friend”, thought he was my soul mate, that he didn’t think we would be able to work when we talked about giving it a try. Giving it a try ended at an awkward hug at the airport because he said he felt nothing when he hugged me. I have never been married. I hate dating and haven’t been on one in YEARS. I got engaged once but before any plans were even in motion, I walked away from that relationship, it wasn’t what it first appeared. So I grasp onto my romantic notion that AF boy who folds napkins into roses to walk up to you to say hello, isn’t happily married and maybe some day it wouldn’t be. For some reason we are Facebook friends. We never talk to each other though. Today I saw where his wife posted last month that it has been 15 years (I am guessing since they met). That would be the month after we broke up when he went to boot camp. So she wasn’t some random girl he got pregnant and decided to do the right thing by. (Yea, my son doesn’t know his father at all, and he told lies. Long story but not a good one.) So tonight, I realize I have had this romantic notion that I really need to let go of. Yes, it is nice to know that there were a few good men that have crossed my path, but it is time for me to cross that bridge and let go of the past. In all aspects of my life. My work life is a whole ‘nother story and just as sad. So I sit here tonight and write this story that probably makes no sense in its condensed form, but as a means to cross to the other side. Thanks for reading if you made it this far.
Day 113: Mr B was working for Papa, to pay him back. Long story on the reason why but I fear for the teenage years already. Day 114: The yucca are in bloom. The flowers are pretty cool looking. Day 115: It was Space Derby day. Had to build a rocket. Mr B sat on his in the car and broke a wing. I was too upset to be able to help him, Nana had to glue it back on. Day 116: Another drive through Corrales, I love that road. This side gate was just so enchanting. Day 117: Part of my work shirts, most of which I don’t wear right now because I find that I need shirts that don’t scoop and won’t snag because I lift and bend and heave boxes all day. Day 118: Mr B and Papa playing a little basketball. Day 119: Mr B has decided he likes the Kellogs fruities that are shaped like characters. These were Mario. They were playing. (As always, all photos are full size at my flickr account. There is a button at the bottom of my blog.)