D. selling Girl Scout cookies on 1/18/14. Taken by DMW.
This is week 3 of “The 52” project. I blogged about it last weekend and you can read all about it https://seekingquerencia.me/2014/01/06/just-me/. If you have little girls, chances are that they are now, or once were a Girl Scout member. Now D. is a Daisy Scout, but that doesn’t absolve her selling from her quota of Girl Scout cookies. Yesterday, was a clear blue, sunny day in Austin — perfect for selling cookies. Daisy set up her little booth, handmade sign, and stocked it with nothing but cookies of every variety, and opened for business. Who can resist buying cookies from this beautiful, curly-haired girl with the smile and sparkling eyes? I can’t. Currently, This household is in to her for a total of 7 boxes of cookies, and I have this unhealthy obsession with Thin Mints. If you find yourself in the Austin area and have a yearning for Girl Scout cookies, I have a girl that you need to meet.
All will be well. ~ St. Julian of Norwich
This is week 2 of “The 52” project. I blogged about it last weekend and you can read all about it here. Fortunately, this week, I didn’t have to photograph myself (shivers) and I was able to take a photo of two of my babies — my daughter and granddaughter. Although I have 6 1/4 grandchildren, due to ease and proximity, I spend more time with D. than with my other loves. D. is a 7-year-old girl with a head full of beautiful curls, and a killer (albeit, snaggle-tooth) smile. She is one of the warmest spirits that I know. She lights up a room and spreads joy and laughter wherever she goes.
D. attends school and is in the 1st grade. I welcome any opportunity to spend quality time with her. Fortunately, her school welcomes parents, grandparents and other family members to have lunch with their children, when it is possible. On Friday, her Mom, B., and I went to have lunch with D. In between bites of a typical school lunch, I took this photo of the two. It is special to me because B., the youngest of my three children will always be my baby, and seeing her happy and smiling with her baby, warms my heart. I am blessed to serve as witness to this special moment between mother and child.
All Will Be Well. ~ St. Julian of Norwich
This is 1/52 taken on January 5th for The 52 Week Project
My oldest daughter, as an actress and mother, is photographed all the time. I mean, her husband is a photographer. She does not take after her mother in that regard. No, for me, it is the opposite. Whereas she is comfortable in front of the camera, I am not. The fact is that I run like the wind when a camera comes near. It is the very rare photo of me that I like.
As I read my dear friend Anita’s blog, Here In The Midst Of It, she discussed The 52 project. You can read about it here. In brief, the project is about mothers, realizing that life is fleeting and their little ones grow up much too fast, documenting one moment a week in their child’s life through photo and posting it on their blog. There are some mechanics involved but that it not really the point. Having 3 grown children, I can attest to the ‘now you see them,’ ‘now you don’t’ quality of childhood and wish that this project was around back then. Now I have 6 1/4 grandchildren, but with busy schedules and such, I can’t guarantee that I can shoot a photo a week. So, if I am unable to shoot a photo of one of them, I will do like Anita and take a photo of myself.
I view this as a perfect opportunity to confront my fears and learn to be comfortable in front of the camera, or at least to tolerate it. In all honesty, there is also an aspect of disliking the way that I look and not wishing it to see it memorialized for anyone to see. Posting a photo of myself is a way of thumbing my nose at fear and becoming comfortable with me — just as I am. It was not easy taking this first photo, but I got through it and one week at a time, I hope to become more and more comfortable at it. One day soon, I hope to meet myself in the mirror and say, “Hey, beautiful, I know you and you are enough.”
All Will Be Well ~St. Julian of Norwich