Me and my Camera


Me and my camera are good friends. I am going to handle her with care like I would my best friend and venture out into the world today. I am going to meet a friend for lunch. I am not going to look at any clocks.

I vow to not become stressed as I have no important meetings with nurses today. I do not pay bills on Saturdays. I don’t have to answer the phone unless I choose to. I am going to be like the prettiest bird I love and be free.time-standing-still-katja-zuske

I can sit inside my four walls and do what I  usually do, which is clean and play on the computer or I can choose to get out of here. I realized as I am sitting here that I have not been outside since last Monday.

That is too long. I didn’t know that I could be accustomed to being inside. I think it has become a habit because it feels like when I try to quit smoking. It is an odd feeling, it is hard to push myself to open that door. It is easier to stay inside, but I am not going to do it.

I need fresh air. I need to be around others who are not ill. I need to do a little Christmas shopping. What would my children think if there wasn’t at least one gift to open when they arrive?

I feel like it is my day. The blue skies are peeking out. I haven’t seen the sun in days and it is starting to shine. Although there are no rays of warmth I can almost feel it whispering to me to revisit the living.

So me and my camera, we have a date with the world. Do you think I can do it? I think I can. I remember that little story my parents used to tell me when I was a kid. It was about the little engine that could. It was I think I can. Used for those who feel they can’t do a certain something.

 

Daily Prompt; 21st Century Citizen


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Do you belong in this day and age? Do you feel comfortable being a citizen of the 21st-century? If you do, explain why — and if you don’t, when in human history would you rather be?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us MODERN.

I don’t belong in the modern world. I never have. When I was young and then a little older I really didn’t give it much thought. Discovering boys and then raising my own little family, who cares about modern or historical.

As I got older though I realized I fought the system. I liked the memories I had of being a kid. Today, you can go to an upbeat, modern store and find this.modern-minimalist-furniture-bathroom I admit it is beautiful, but come on friends, don’t you think you would have to spend an incredible amount of time cleaning all that glass? Making it shine and look like it has never been used? No where to hide or ditch anything. Everything is out for the eyes to see.

vintage bathroomNow this bathroom I remember. Sinking into big bubbles, playing with my dolls washing their hair. This is a simple, but nice bathroom. I love antiques, so if I could have a tub of my choice, I would have this but with the original claw feet.

modern-and-luxury-bedroom-lightingI would imagine many of you would love to have this. This represents style, class and money. But again, it is not me. I just don’t fit into this modern era. I would much rather remember the bed that I slept in when I was at my Grandma’s spending the night. Waking up to the smell of bacon frying, scrambled eggs, toast with home-made apple butter and a big tall glass of fresh milk straight from the cow.

metal bedThis bed I slept in had a comfy feather mattress with a thick comforter. It was upstairs and in the winter there was one register that heat could seep through. It was pretty chilly up there. But, once you were under that big comforter, you stayed toasty warm all night long. I also think I was healthier because I didn’t get too warm and germs love warmth so they can grow and spread.

I guess my wonderful memories are surrounded by warm fireplacesfireplace, old-fashioned houses, wrap-a-round porches,wrap a round porch and lots of love and good food.beating heartIMG_0245

I wish I could turn back the clock and bring the family together again. Live the simple life, go to Grandma’s for Sunday dinner, and just laugh and giggle like I used to. But we can’t turn back time, but we can savor our delicious memories and smile real big.