If some of the pix in this post appear to be blurred, that is because they are accurately capturing life at the pace it is being lived. Whew! This holiday weekend seemed not the occasion for a formal photo shoot, "a little to the left...you, to the right...straighten that hair bow...take your hand out of your mouth". So we clicked the shutter as life swirled around us.
Today, the house is quiet. The washer and dryer spin and whir incessant cycles. I scroll through the images of hours quickly faded like the watermelon stains on the tablecloth now folded and tucked back on the shelf. I press "pause" and search for the essence of the camera's capturings, allowing my memories to breathe life into the snapshots of days so quickly gone.
A photo melange of our Fourth of July melee follows. Maybe it would read better as a "Where's Waldo" search and find:
Can you find the serious Peachtree Road Race runners and their just reward?
Who ran his twenty-eighth race this year?
Where is the small child, (a baby when she last saw him two and a half years ago), who melted hearts when she greeted her great-grandpa with, "It's been a long time since I've seen you"?
Can you find delightful glimpses of a Small Town, USA fireworks gathering complete with watching the passenger train toot its way through town? (Actually, there are two fireworks scenarios.)
How many grands went to the Cumming parade and got to hear all about the steam engines that used to power the threshing machine when Great Granpa was young and helped as the water boy?
Where's the poor doggie who's so confused about who's coming or going and finally got to be in a picture?
Did you spot the mama's who are deliriously happy to have their clans gathered round while exhausted on the inside?
It wouldn't be Americana without sparklers, right? How many can you find?
Where's the auntie and niece that are sharing a hair bow and (tsk) sneaking M&M's in the dark?!?!
And who invited that stray little Aflac duck to our festivities?
Do you see a famine happening anytime soon in this mix?
And when the day was done, who claimed, "I'm NOT tired. No, not me."
PS Below are pages from a book my daddy gifted to me decades ago. Perhaps every generation has looked upon the future with the grim realization that our posterity faces sobering times. Perhaps each generation has encouraged awareness in the next, lest the cost of freedom be forgotten. Perhaps, we are on this earth "for such a time as this", sounding the alarm and claiming God's sovereignty.
GOD BLESS AMERICA
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