Little Prince’s Photo Blog:
Partially as a distraction, and partially just to see what he would do with it, the Queen and I let the Little Prince have one of our old cameras. He doesn’t have constant access to it, but when we are out and about he is allowed to bring it along and take pictures of whatever he finds interesting. When he is older, I’ll ask him if he wants to start a photo blog to document and share the snaps he has taken. For now, though, I asked if I could share some of them with my friends and he quickly and happily said yes.
So, every Thursday this month, I’ll be posting one of his pictures. Maybe I’ll include some words, or maybe I’ll let his picture speak for itself… I guess you’ll have to keep checking back in to find out for yourself.
It was his idea to take a picture of me taking a picture of him. Again with the silliness, yes, but I love pictures like this. The Queen and I have several similar shots from our wedding, where our photographers got pictures of friends and family taking pictures themselves. Perhaps it is representative of our current society, where even our phones have cameras, and we all feel the need to click away and capture every little moment, from the meals we eat to the climax of our best adventures…
Oh how the wind can howl through the canyons. The sound of it drowns out all else. The force of it rips your breath from your lungs and threatens to knock you over. The chill of it dashes through, slamming against your very bones.
And yet, life of all kinds still flourishes. Roots cling deep within the soil, where all is calm, and hold tight against the trashing wind. Turmoil reigns above and tranquility below.
The wind will pass as it always does and the flowers will remain.
They sat on the outstretched branches and let their toes dangle in the water. That such a paradise could be hidden in plain sight, as it was, always surprised them but they didn’t lament the quiet, the solitude, the serenity. For those moments each day, when they slipped away from the world to lounge in their spot, everything else seemed to fade away. No cares. No concerns. No deadlines. Just the gentle lapping of the surf pressing up against the soles of their feet and the ocean breeze cooling their thoughts.
The possibilities…. Which path to take? The all lead to the same place, but the journey there can be so very different. Fast? Steep? Bumpy? Slow? Soft? Casual?
Sometimes I like to pick the challenging roads. I like the adrenaline rush and the feeling of having accomlished something outside my comfort zone when I make it to the bottom. Sometimes I like to pick the easy runs and just meander peacefully down. And sometimes the mountain laughs at me and make the easy runs difficult too. And sometimes I laugh at the mountain and glide easily down the hard ones.
These are the games we play, when we lose ourselves to the slopes and powder.