He eyes the table near the buffet.
“No,” I say. “Over there. By the window.”
I sit facing outside.
“You’re not going to eat all that,” he says.
“Watch me.”
I watch him eat.
And eat.
And eat.
I pull the big girl camera out of my purse.
As long as I have to wait, I might as well see what art I can see.
What art I can create.
From where I sit.
“You are not taking a picture of the water in your glass.”
“No. Well, yes. But look at the pretty design.”
He nods. “Mmmm hmmm.”
I point here, shoot there, ignore the eyes of the other diners. They should be glad I don’t turn my lens on them when they look away.
“See?” I show him what I’ve seen.
“Oh,” he says. “That’s nice.”
I don’t know how much he really sees.
But he smiles.
We don’t always like the same food.
Yet I know he likes watching me eat.
I forget to get my buffet money’s worth, and my stomach is still a little hungry when he’s finally ready to go.
But I feel full.
Even if someone lived a thousand years—make it two thousand!—but didn’t enjoy anything, what’s the point? Doesn’t everyone end up in the same place? We work to feed our appetites; Meanwhile our souls go hungry. ~Ecclesiastes 6:6-7
lol I know the exercise of shooting pretty much anything. It is almost like fishing throw in the line and see what you can capture!! I was laying on a hotel bed waiting for mice to get dressed when she walked in the room I’m laying on my back with my camera at my eye pointing up, she laughed.. I was photographing the ceiling light lol!! I actually like the shot lol
Enjoyed reading this I could really relate
http://jpweddingphotograpy.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-are-kids-doing-at-art-deco-by.html
And…this fills me up too, Sandy. 🙂 I love the shot of the white coffee cup. Beautiful! We’ve had a bit of a rough week and I’ve had little desire for beauty. But this morning, the frost was so thick, I felt her stir inside and I had to go out and shoot those shots i put up on the blog. It helped. I know you know what I mean. It does help to heal–this seeking after the beauty God gives. Love to you, my friend.
My husband always says that “My joy is my own.” He teases me when the kids make fun of things that I see…things that they don’t see. And I am left holding the bag…all alone…a bag full of joy that I would have much rather have shared… :}
Getting lost in the beauty of the moment. That white coffee cup caught my attention as well. It has a bit of an ethereal look about it.
Feasting the eyes is as much a treat as feasting the mouth. And beauty can, stir, motivate, calm, or comfort. I think I’d enjoy the photo shoot at least as much as the waffle! 🙂
Wasn’t that fun?! I love dragging my camera around and experimenting with various shots. My hubbie has learned to just expect me to lag behind-taking random pics. 🙂
Your post and pictures made me smile…Thank you!
I love this, Sandy. And I love doing similar things with my camera in hand. Sometimes it gives me an extra eye, the ability to notice, to zero in and focus. LOVE this look at your view. (And the waffle looked fab.)
I love your photos but I’m really chuckling at your husband stuffing himself at the buffet. We aren’t in a restaurant season of life, but when that was possible, my husband loved nothing better than getting his money’s worth at a buffet. The way to his heart is certainly through his tummy.
I’m horrible with the camera, but you inspire me.
This is great – a low calorie way to enjoy a buffet! And you did come away with a feast you could share with all of us. Love the colors and shapes and light you found, much food for the soul.
I’m a bit hungry as I read this yet I feel full indeed. THanks.
I think that getting behind the lens of a camera is such good therapy. I’d rather shoot it than eat it anyway. 🙂
HUGS!