The shoemaker’s children go barefoot
Ξ August 12th, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ The latest indignity |
Have you ever heard the saying about how the shoemaker’s children go barefoot? The shoemaker is so busy making shoes for other people that he does not have time to make shoes for his own children.
It’s true in my world as well.
We spent last week on an Alaskan cruise sailing the Inside Passage from Seattle to Juneau and back again. At every turn, the splendor of nature unfolded before us. Glaciers, icebergs, eagles, whales, waterfalls, rain forests… just loads of natural beauty. It was like a postcard at every turn. You couldn’t take a bad photo if you tried…
I’d get up each morning, carefully sculpt my hair into place, don my fashion sunglasses and cute sweater outfit and wait for my personal paparazzi to photograph me against the gorgeous backdrops… Waiting, waiting, waiting…
So where was my husband? Where was the familiar click of the shutter? Still waiting, waiting, waiting…
No photos today! I guess the photo op was too easy, the background too perfect, the subject too camera aware. There was no challenge in these easy shots! I wasn’t horribly back-lit, in the midst of a forest of people, or even “real life” enough for my hubby to pick up the camera. “If you want the shot, take it yourself,” was what I heard as he headed out to scour the ship’s photo gallery for examples of what to do and not do with a camera.
Oh, and he took the camera with him…