He was pulled in for a procedure right before I arrived. This happens, and it’s ok. Instead of wallowing in the crookedness of my front teeth for the next half hour, I picked up the camera and experimented with more manual exposure shots.

If these are a little dull, I’ve succeeded in capturing the feeling of the moment. 😉

Here’s something slightly more exciting:

My son was listless, too.

Our lives seem like one big wait right now as we prepare to move home.

The thing about waiting…

If we can get beyond the hangups, it can be a useful time for digging down deeper and really learning something.

I remember trying to learn new piano pieces in elementary school. It always seemed impossible at first that I’d ever be able to play any of it!

Then, phrase by phrase, it started coming together, and I’d end up wondering why it seemed so impossible in the beginning.

Piano never totally clicked for me. I’ve learned as I get older that I’m much more inclined to observe and record than to create and express. I haven’t liked this about myself, but I’m beginning to realize some value in it.

As I’ve tried to learn the camera the last several months, I’ve been baffled by any possible reason I would want to shoot manual very often. It’s so insurmountably difficult to manage all the settings for each shot!

Phrase by phrase… shot by shot… wait upon wait…

Now, in the past few weeks, I’m starting to understand the reasons, and, at the same pace, it’s beginning to seem… remotely… possible.

Now can this principle begin to work for laundry, cooking, friendships, and parenting, please?