Heidi July 13th, 2008
The other day, I went on an early morning walk with the Bubbers King.
(Well–I mean–it was early morning for us).
And I contentedly pushed my son in his stroller as I hummed “Oklahoma!” tunes and took pictures of my neighbors’ yards along the way.
(No, I didn’t ask permission).
(But I promise I stayed on the sidewalk the whole time).
(Even though I really, really wanted to break out my knee pads and lay on their lawns).
(But I figured I looked weird enough as it was).
(And I found out later a lady from church was watching me from her house).
(So it’s a good thing I didn’t).
(Or I really would have freaked her out).
(Because our relationship just isn’t ready for that, yet).
Then a few days later, I looked through the pictures and found one that I really liked.
Except for the distracting leaf hanging right over the flower.
And I asked myself, “Why on earth didn’t I move that leaf??”
Then I remembered my efforts to stay on the sidewalk and not touch other people’s property.
And then I slapped my forehead and thought, “Man alive, it’s just a leaf….. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to move it for 10 seconds while I take a picture.”
So after a few minutes of stewing and complaining to Charming, I suddenly stood up from the computer and grabbed my camera.
“Where are you going?” Charming asked curiously.
“I’m going to find that flower and try again,” I said as I marched toward the door.
Then I paused, looked down at my saggy bottom sweatpants and asked Charming, “Do you think it’s okay to go out in my saggy bottom sweatpants?”
He eyed me and nodded his head, “I think you look great. It doesn’t bother me.”
“Okay!” I said and left before I lost my nerve.
(Note: This was before I knew the lady from church could see me from her house…..).
Then I marched through the park and down the street and found my flower bush.
(And along the way a cute little girl asked me what kind of shoes she was wearing).
(And I smiled and said, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what they’re called. Maybe clogs?”)
(And I walked very quickly).
(And her father said, “What a nice lady”).
(And I tried really, really hard not to think about my saggy bottom sweatpants).
And when I finally knelt down beside my flower bush, I sighed with disappointment.
Because it was all wilted.
With no sign of my pretty yellow flower.
Or it’s distracting leaf.
“Rats!” I said as I stood up and headed back home.
But since I had a camera in my hands and a beautiful evening around me, I knew I couldn’t return with an empty memory card.
So I found this lovely blue flower.
And I remembered why blue is my favorite color.
(And then I did crazy Gaussian blur stuff to it).
(That made me really whoozy).
(And made the flower look strangely ethereal).
(But it took so long–I had no choice but to like it).
And then I got really crazy and turned it sepia.
Just for the fun of it.
(And to see if I was still whoozy).
(Which I was).
But my favorite one was this dear little pink flower.
That made me think wonderfully, romantic, foofy things.
(And was perfectly focused all on its own).
(So it didn’t make me whoozy).
(And I was so relieved).
Pictures by: Heidi