Friday, January 22, 2010

A picture is worth...

This week Iowa has gone through all sorts of different weather. Early in the week, there was heavy fog, which left the world looking white and magical.

Midweek, we were hit with an ice storm. Slightly less magical, but admittedly just as pretty. And I didn't fall down. This time. But my car turned into a carsicle. I felt like a hero freeing it from its icy tomb. Or something.
Now it's supposed to rain and flood. Only in Iowa.
See how wonderful pictures are? I could have just described it to you, but now you can SEE what we're dealing with. Phyllis makes fun of me because she says I should have my camera permanently implanted in my hand. Little does she know how AWESOME I think that would be.
I love pictures. I love taking them, finding that perfect shot, and I love the feeling you get when you take a picture and your subject totally comes alive. It's awesome. But I feel like I miss capturing a lot of really great moments because it's just not possible to take out a camera. For example, the drive to Winterset is beautiful, and I do it at least twice a week. In the summer, everything is green, flowers are blooming, and the forests are vibrant and alive. In the fall, the colors are amazing, miles and miles of firey red and orange. In the winter, mist settles over the valleys, and the tallest trees manage to poke through. And when the fog came? Breathtaking. Spring is new life, the buds on the trees and flowers start to shoot up. But alas, I cannot share anything except descriptions, unless someone wants to drive out there with me.
I can't count the number of times something amusing has happened, but I've missed catching it on film. (Or memory card) Or trying to catch my nieces and nephew? Forget it! Most of the pictures I have are the backs of their heads or a patch of carpet where they had been just moments before. Oh, and what about outside of the house? I was at WalMart once and saw a little old lady hiding behind one of the giant yellow pylons in front of the store. I would have loved to take a picture, but I thought it would be rude.
So I have a solution. I am going to have a camera implanted in my EYE! Perfect. What I see, the camera sees! A small tug on the earlobe takes a picture, and there ya go! I thought about having it be a giant blink to take a picture, but then I thought people might assume I'm having an episode or that I have a tic, and I didn't want to draw attention to myself. Too much. So now I just have to figure out the logistics...such as where I will keep the memory card...


  1. So what you're saying is that you are willing to take pictures of ridiculous things (i.e. apple cider in a cup on a table) in front of other people but you aren't willing to pull your car over on the side of the road to fire off a couple of quick shots of the landscape? Interesting. . .I think I will add that to my case study ;)

  2. Phyllis Phyllis Phyllis. People drive crazy around those curves on the road to Winterset. I don't feel like dying. Yet. Apple cider isn't going to run me over. Someday you can drive me to Winterset and I'll take pictures out the side window. K. Plan. Aaaaaaand break!

  3. I LOVE your idea of the earlobe-controlled eye camera. That would be SO handy!!!