I was going through the photos I took when I was in Kansas. Finally. And I came across a couple that my sister took of me, Sophie and my granddaddy. It's a tad out of focus because it was my little point and shoot and somebody (me) let somebody (Sophie) take some self-portraits (cute!) and she somehow changed it to the macro setting. Which means that anything more than 12 inches away and bigger than a ladybug has an aura. Of course, I didn't realize this until it was way too late to retake, but if I spend long enough tinkering around in Photoshop, I think I can make it presentable. And I plan to, because I want to send a copy to my beloved granddaddy. But for now, I just wanted to get something up on my blog that puts a smile on my face. Because my last post? Does not. It was one of those posts that was terribly cathartic to write but painful to publish and think about other people reading.
This picture makes me happy. It reminds me of a hundred Christmases spent in that very room, a fire blazing while I lay stretched out on the carpet under the coffee table. It reminds me of those weeks we spent there during the summer, just my sister and I and our grandparents. Sunday nights spent eating apples, cheese and popcorn while we watched 60 minutes. So many wonderful memories. I love that I was able to bring my daughter to spend some time with her great-granddaddy, because he is such an amazing man. I love that my grandmother is still with us, even if only in our memories and a photograph that is never far from my granddaddy's side.
Mostly though, I'm just really happy that given both of our positions, you can see neither mine nor my daughter's underwear.
It's a great photo. People can really concentrate on what each person is thinking (rather than on their underwear).
ReplyDeleteThat's a beautiful pic! And my, my , my look how tall sophie is getting!
ReplyDeleteThat is a great picture! I love how you can see your grandma's photo in the background. How wonderful for Sophie to have been able to meet her great-grandpa, even though it might only be in pictures that she remembers it.
ReplyDelete(I'm sure your mad photoshop abilities would've enabled you to crop out unwanted panty-shots, right?)
That is such a great picture, and it will serve as a wonderful reminder of that occasion. And I totally get the elation at realizing no one's underwear was blazing, in all it's glory, from the picture. I also want to go to your grandparent's house and spend a winter-y, snowy day on front of the fireplace. Looks like a dream house!
ReplyDeleteI thought this was such a cute post until the last sentence...that cracked me up!!! Love the picture too. Generations just get to me emotionally!
ReplyDeleteYou really know how to evoke emotions with your writing Cara; both good and bad. But its a good thing to feel the full array of feelings. This is a good post. I am glad you were able to spend time with your Granddaddy. I take it for granted that I get to see my Grandma so often. And I am all for the panty-free post!
ReplyDeleteYou look gorgeous! And excellent maneuvering to avoid the underwear peeking ;-)
ReplyDeleteI love it! I'm such a generations person.
ReplyDeleteAnd wtg on the panties... or lack thereof. I mean, in the picture, not that you were lacking panties.
That's a great photo. And I totally agree - not showing your panties is well worth noticing and stating at any time. That and cleavage...
ReplyDeleteAnd that is what memories are made of...love it!
ReplyDeleteWonderful memories, new and old!
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful picture. :)
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