Perspective

I've always loved photography and I've realized in the last few years that I get it from my dad. Most of the time he was the one behind the camera taking pictures of the family, or our vacations or of flamingos. 

We were all watching home movies one time and most of them were of flamingos. Forget me and my sisters, we have hours of film of those crazy pink birds standing on one leg... we never let my dad live it down.

Now that he's gone, I watch those movies and smile. 

I have his Brownie, the camera he used to record our memories in the 1960's. I also have my grandpa's (mom's dad) Polaroid.

One thing I love is Aerial Photography. The perspective it gives you is phenomenal! We took our girls to the Grand Canyon, I think it was in 1999 and I took this picture the day after a monsoon. The day before you couldn't see a thing!

 

And I think Peter was the one who took this picture. The Grand Canyon from 30,000 feet.

We've been to Yosemite. I think everyone who visits has a photo from this very spot because it's an over-look just as you're heading into the valley. 😊

El Capitan is the massive rock face on the left and you can just see the tip of Half Dome in the center of the picture. When Chuck and I were coming home from San Diego in February we flew right over it!

 

Maybe this will help...

 

And Mount St. Helens. It erupted back in 1980. Chuck, Beth and I went there a few years back and my camera wasn't working right, so I'm sorry the picture didn't turn out well. Honestly, it was probably more operator error than anything else. 😁

And from an airplane seat high above the earth...

I just love the different perspective an airplane can give you. Sometimes I'm blown away by the fact that people can fly. Just hop aboard and up we go! It's mind boggling to me but man, I love it!

Do you like to fly?

Do you fly very often?

Who takes the pictures in your family?

We Forgot One Thing

Thirty years ago today we rehearsed.

I think it was the Lord that prompted me to have our rehearsal two days before the wedding instead of the traditional night before. Everyone was there except the photographer.

The next day we called his house and his roommate said he had gone out of town and wouldn't be back for a few days.

What?!?!?!

Now this was before cell phones and his roommate didn't know exactly where he had gone, just that he had gone to LA for the weekend. (We were in San Diego.)

So 24 hours before our wedding, we were searching for a photographer. Thank goodness, Chuck's mom had a friend at work who enjoyed photography as a hobby. Even though she had guests visiting from out of town, she was willing to come take pictures of our wedding.

She showed up right on time, camera in hand. But at the end of the day we realized we had forgotten to take one important photo.

A picture of Chuck and me.

Don't ask me how we missed that! We actually have a picture of Chuck, me and the pastor, but not one of just the two of us. No one thought of it, not the photographer, not me, my family... I don't know what we were thinking!