Groceries sit patiently on the shelves ready for a new week of meals. Leftover shrimp and rice chill in the fridge ready for another meal. Dishes wait patiently for the click of the wash cycle to begin. Birdfeeders stand full, ready for tomorrow’s hungry, chirping birds. We sit trance-like watching as yet another chef reveals his culinary prowess. Our clocks already register the loss of an hour of this day. My eyes feel heavier knowing that the hour has passed in an instant.
Can you point to a person or event that has truly impacted your life? Yesterday’s Google Doodle displayed 12 female artists visual responses to that question. Not being a visual artist, I am relying on my words and a couple of old photos taken with my Brownie Starflash camera in 1966 to answer that question for myself. 1966 was the year that I convinced my parents to allow me to attend a week-long girls’ church camp in the mountains. As I recall, no one else from my church went to camp that week. Although this flash picture was taken after lights out, I imagine I had that surprised look in my eyes many times over the week. For the first time ever, I was…