after the yelling, it gets serious. no really. read it all.

When I bought my Macro lens I told the guy, “I want the best Macro lens out there! I want to be able to crawl into whatever I am taking a picture of and be able to see things you can’t see with the human eye.”
He thought I was crazy because I’m also the girl that goes into the camera shop once a month and drools over something new everytime….and then leaves. I had just gotten my loan money and I splurged on the one thing I had been drooling over for months.

I walked out with this lens and I was so proud. I got it home and come to find out, I suck at Macro.
I tried taking it back a few times and each time the guy send me back to my car to ‘just shoot it some more. You’ll get the hang of it.” and then shows me a million ways to make it work.

Last week was my final straw, I got everything together and I brought it back in. He shook his head at me and said, “Fine! You’ve got the best damn lens out there and you want to trade it in and lose money. FINE. What do you want to replace it with?” I informed him that my passion is now Portrait photography.
His jaw, it um…hit the floor. I think he might have cursed at me in greek.
He reminded me of my father when I would bring home a test that I flunked and he would go over the chapters with me and point out that EVERY SINGLE question on the test was the first parapgraph of every section. BOLDED.

“This is one of the TOP THREE portrait lenses. It does Macro yes, but you suck at Macro, so you don’t shoot in macro! You use this lens for a portrait lens and nothing else! YOU HEAR ME? NOTHING ELSE! No macro for you! You shoot it 1000 times and then come back to me and if you’re still silly enough to get rid of it, then we talk about trade!

On the way to the car I cried. I suck.

Shaun took us to the beach this weekend and I wasn’t allowed to shoot anything with any other lens. I had to keep the macro lens on and shoot portraits. As I was sitting in my chair smoking a cig and enjoying the waves when I noticed a grain of sand on my hand. It was so tiny. I picked up a grain of sand and got the bright idea of trying to get a picture of it. The sound of my camera guy blared in my head, “NO MACRO!”
So I just fluffed up a whole bunch of sand between my feet and took the picture above.

They look like little rocks huh? Nope, that is sand REALLY close up. It’s a bunch of them all together making one beautiful beach.

I got an email this morning from a friend we all know and love dearly. She believes in the power of the mulitudes. She believes in the power of prayer and good thoughts.
She NEVER asks for help, but has always been there when I needed a shoulder to cry on or a question on how to handle myself. She is fair. She is loved. She is in need.

I have a whole bunch of sand in my shoes, but not enough to make a beach. I need EVERYONE to stop for just one second and pray to whatever or whoever it is you pray to. To take one second to take that possitive energy you were going to use today to walk the mall, ONE second to just say;

Please give her the strength to get through the tremendous pain she is in. Give her family the strength to except what has been and what will be.

All day, find something you do a hundred times a day, change a diaper, get a glass of water, say your child’s name, pick up a runaway toy and everytime you do, just say, “give her strength”.

Please.