I went away from home for a week. I was at a camp I started going to when I was eight. I will write more about camp tomorrow but tonight I will say something about doing a 365 Project and falling behind.
It’s hard to come home with hundreds of photos from an experience I loved and keep going with a daily photo.I’m overwhelmed looking at all the photos, missing the people in the photos, seeing how sweet it was and think – which photo do I choose? Which one is the photo from that day. There are too many. Which do I choose? I can post more but then I need to edit them first. That will take too long. One. Just choose one.
Meanwhile, I need to remember to take a photo for the day I am presently living at home. Should it be of all the laundry from camp? Of the mopey, tired kids? Or just our trip to the library that we go on every Monday?
When I did a year of photos three years ago, it was the times that I was “behind” that were the hardest for me.
Tonight. One photo from Monday of camp last week. A quiet moment of my friend, Tiffany, and her little girl. My favorite kind of time: comfortable and quiet.