Getting the Picture

In a moment of reflection and a struggle to get organized (really?), I spent most of the day going through my dropbox and reorienting my photos.  2013 was fraught with tension, politics, injustice and stress.  It seems that bad guys were winning and the inmates were running the asylum.  Some of it was just life in a small town, but the rest was bad behavior that originated in greed.  It reached a point where I didn’t even want to look at the photos I had taken.

I can procrastinate with the best of them.  Detail work is at the top of the list of things to be put off.  An example would be going through photos on a computer and renaming them one by one when you always carry your camera, have three kids and two dogs who are always willing to ham it up for dear old mom.

So, left with no more excuses, I went to my “cloud” and started digging in.  There were no angels with harps on this cloud.  Click on open, rename and move on to the next photo.

And that’s where the magic occurred.

The glass is not half empty and filled with toxic waste.  It is full to overflowing.  Overflowing with captured moments of joy and we continue down this path called life.  Overflowing with the bubbly water of life, clear and vibrant.

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood” as Mr. Frost said.  A reluctant traveller though long I stood, we kept moving forward.  There were moments of insight and remembering that life’s deck of card can be shuffled endless ways and many times.

The glimpses were there and I finally found them.  The college reunion.  The graduation of my daughter with honors and acceptance to graduate school.  My husband and son walking down the street from that ceremony with my son now towering over the old man.  The Boy Scout Eagle court of honor giving homage to five great young men. Birthdays, barbecues, friends and relatives visiting  from all over the country.  Even the more mundane snaps held nothing but smiles and memories for the keeping.  It was an important insight for me and a reminder to continue to look on the bright side.  Everything else will sort itself out.

I get the picture now.

About marysigmond

After four generations in Chicago, a big city transplant to the "wild west" of western South Dakota in 2004. Mom, domestic goddess, CEO of my world and fond of musing about what is becoming the second half of my life. It's a big old goofy world.
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