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Monday
Aug172009

Seeing Through

I've been home from Rwanda for seven days. You could say that I'm back to normal. Unloading the dishwasher. Hunkering down on my boy and his homework. Letting the water run. Returning client calls and collecting stacks of paper on the kitchen table. Digging out receipts. Cluttering up my desktop. Running to clear my mind. Straightening my hair. Collecting emails. Stuffing the grocery cart with frozen pizza and paper towels. Forgetting the Cascade. But I'm not. Not really. Not on the inside. Not where it really counts. And when I study images such as this one of Bella's brown eyes, I can see that I have just begun to really process all that I saw.

Reader Comments (3)

So much left unspoken in that photograph. It sounds like your heart is full to brimming after the trip.
August 19, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterHeather
surreal isn't it ...to return to "normal" after being changed in that way~
August 22, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterelk
I can only imagine how this has changed your lives and how their stores through your images will continue to changes ours. I am left wanting more.
August 28, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterJen Crabb

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