the practice of patience


Babies oblige, scrunching and burping and stretching and drooling, more or less lying there all chubby and delectable. Toddlers must be chased, cajoled, tickled, bribed, tricked. Adults require layers upon layers of self-awareness to be peeled back with a gentle hand.
A few days ago, Marco taught me a new lesson. He was too cool for me. And it changed everything.
We scrambled atop boulders and danced like crabs and dug for treasure and walked through the woods to a secret cabin perched on the edge of the sea. What made for shot after shot of his little brother and sister was contrived for him. UGH, he said to me, rolling his eyes in mock boredom, sticking out his tongue. I don't want to do that.
You... what? Oh. Okay. Harpy out.
Startled, I turned away for a while, focused instead on the toddler and the preschooler, pointed my lens at familiar and readily tameable beasts. All with my mind racing, and one eye trained on the conundrum that stood kicking rocks by himself, hugging his mother one moment and scowling good-naturedly the next.
Shooting Marco was the first time I've ever been so exquisitely attuned to patience. To stepping back, to letting him show me what kind of photo he wanted me to take--not the kind myself or his parents may have envisioned, but what is just right.
This is the age of the birth of a sense of self--delicate, tentative, antsy.
But looking straight at you, when he chooses to.
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You caught an amazing shot here.
http://www.marciescudderphotography.com/index.php?showimage=521
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jlynn28/2811709606/in/set-72157607023341460/
http://secretagentmama.com/blog/2008/09/15/best-shot-monday-goodbye-seven-hello-eight/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jodyangel/2809097920/
Have a great week!
Nice job and thanks for sharing.
Patience indeed.
It's a fabulous photo, not that I'm biased because he's my nephew!
where distance is plan
and identity
rocks his world.
And I would never show his portrait in public without his permission.
Actually not with it either :) Privacy is good.
PS. Wonderful picture!
The good thing is it can be a subject to talk about, how do you see your self?
The real boy photo:
http://zus.my-expressions.com/archives/10864_1427783206/306542
I will add the rest, he calls me when he goes to bed, afraid of shadows and his own imagination. The proces of growing up.
I loved your words! They are so true.
Here's mine: We planted these flower's seeds last year, and I have been waiting since then to see them bloom and grow, and to smell them, having them in vases, and of course... taking pictures of them.
Now I am flooding my stream with pictures of them (and they are only a few flowers!).
But here's the reward for the patience:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliealvarez/2859806873/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliealvarez/2859801587/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliealvarez/2860614234/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliealvarez/2860616412/in/photostream/
When I need a reminder to practice patience, I look to nature as my Teacher. I created this today:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jagspace/2860182329/
xox
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Love,
Jodi