Today's prompt for #reverb10 was entitled Ordinary Joy,
This was really an eye opening and heart warming adventure into the year that is quickly coming to and end. I realized, as i sifted through the iPhoto library on the old iMac that most of my joys are in ordinary moments, or what seems to b ordinary moments to everyone else, but which actually turn out to be some of the most extraordinary and memorable days. As long as I can remember I have been shooting the things that pleased my eye. The coffee cup, sitting in the sink,waiting to be washed,the ice cream truck at the fair, the weathered clothes pins on the line drying in the late summer sun, the berry stained towel under the bowl of freshly pick fruit, an unknown child happily playing in the rain, the used tea bag,. .. these moments, as simple and ordinary as they may seem to the onlooker, are the secret elements into my life. The things that please me, the little things that I catch out of the corner of my eye,that make me smile and run for the camera. Funny, but even now, as I rush to get a blog post up, and finish my project for Picture the Holidays, all along waiting for the frozen pizza to cook (and probably burn) and the second load of laundry to finish spinning, while the first load finishes drying, while trying to forget the events of the meeting that last all day long, I am still called by the ordinary elements that surround me. My eye is drawn to the way the snow catches the street light, or the way the Christmas lights on my neighbors house make the colors dance across the livingroom wall or the simple towel hanging on the oven door. Ordinary is so beautiful...at least to me.
this very ordinary photo speaks to me in volumes. What you see is so much different than what I see. The half naked 6 year old, in her underwear, extremely tan, and a little exhausted. I know she had just spent hours playing with the garden hose. Her sister, behind her, had just conquered the feat of going on the potty, something we thought might never happen, three generations of women, all so happy to be sitting there in that yard. My grandmothers face says it all, as does mine and my sisters. We did not know at that time, that this would be the last summer we sat in those chairs, gazing up at the squirrel eating the perfectly ripened pears at the top of the tree, happy in the afternoon sun. This would be our last summer with our Nonnie. I love how happy and content she looks here. This ordinary day, is exactly the way I want to remember her.