Choking back the laughter that could surely be heard by the entire audience had I released it, I could hear a faint "crunch, crunch, crunch..." She held out a chip offering it me, but in that instant, all that I could wish for was a camera. A camera to capture that little moment of comedy. All at once, I realized that no camera would ever be able to capture such a moment. I love photography; it's quite a hobby of mine. However, my Canon could never have captured the setting, the sounds, the situation, the sheer irony. It is only my privilege to own such a memory. My lesson- cherish them: because, as likely demonstrated by this post, they cannot be captured or easily conveyed. Thanks Tiffy ;D
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Moments cannot be captured...
Recently, I was involved in a community theater play. One performance night, standing in the wings of the stage, I was awaiting my cue to enter. As I stood there (only feet from the stage and my fellow actors I remind you), one of our fairy performers walked up to me with a handful of sour cream and onion potatoe chips-- one headed for her mouth. Choking back the laughter that could surely be heard by the entire audience had I released it, I could hear a faint "crunch, crunch, crunch..." She held out a chip offering it me, but in that instant, all that I could wish for was a camera. A camera to capture that little moment of comedy. All at once, I realized that no camera would ever be able to capture such a moment. I love photography; it's quite a hobby of mine. However, my Canon could never have captured the setting, the sounds, the situation, the sheer irony. It is only my privilege to own such a memory. My lesson- cherish them: because, as likely demonstrated by this post, they cannot be captured or easily conveyed. Thanks Tiffy ;D
Choking back the laughter that could surely be heard by the entire audience had I released it, I could hear a faint "crunch, crunch, crunch..." She held out a chip offering it me, but in that instant, all that I could wish for was a camera. A camera to capture that little moment of comedy. All at once, I realized that no camera would ever be able to capture such a moment. I love photography; it's quite a hobby of mine. However, my Canon could never have captured the setting, the sounds, the situation, the sheer irony. It is only my privilege to own such a memory. My lesson- cherish them: because, as likely demonstrated by this post, they cannot be captured or easily conveyed. Thanks Tiffy ;D
Friday, February 1, 2008
A Breath of Fresh Air
Last night there was an eleven year old on TV in one of the myriad game shows that air during prime time. I was so intrigued by the host's response to this little person. He told the kid that he was "a breath of fresh air" and had the little guy calling him "Uncle" before the end. But I got to thinking, he is so right. "A breath of fresh air"-- what a perfect metaphor. Children do not look with our eyes. Take it from me, if you ever need to break a fear of public speaking, start with an audience of kids. They couldn't care less about how eloquent you are or whether or not they can hear your voice shaking. No matter what, they love you for the time you give them. Now, they'll tell you things honestly-- "You can't sing," "You didn't do it right," etc. etc.-- but it doesn't matter to them. They still love you. It's so amazing! How quickly that all fades, making such an attitude a breath of fresh air for the rest of us.
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