A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words

A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words

A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words

 

Yesterday, Jame sent the photo below of Spence that he took at Northwestern’s lakefront to me.

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I instantly loved it.

I loved the colors, the composition, and Spencer’s expression. And it got me thinking about all of the other cherished photos we’ve taken over the years.

So I went on a digital photo safari, hunting down the photos that captured me.

And today, I’m going to let the old saying, “a picture is worth a thousand words” speak for itself.

Here are some of my most-cherished photos.

Enjoy!

 

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A storm approaches as we barrel across Wyoming’s vast farm country. The clouds reach to the heavens. We are completely insignificant in scale.

 

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“Yet the best determining factor of how comfortable we are with ourselves, is our ability to laugh at ourselves.” – Wes Adamson

 

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Logan, as drum major, conducting his high school band on a bone-numbingly cold November afternoon.

 

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This is Logan’s shot. He somehow recognized the potential drama in an industrial plant on the outskirts of Neenah, WI.

 

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Me and my boy who gives me great joy.

 

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Saxophone septet strolling into a musical contest, via Abbey Road. (Logan is third from the left.) (Photo credit: Kim G.)

 

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Lilacs and peonies from our garden. April showers brought lovely May flowers.

 

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O’ Christmas tree, how lovely are thy branches. Three months away, folks!

 

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There’s nothing remarkable about the quality of this photo. It’s the content that’s mind-boggling. Logan’s friend, Brian, on the left, ran into his doppleganger at a Northwestern basketball game, right down to the same glasses and cap.

 

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Logan and I rushed outside to capture this odd, tubular storm front rolling in over the pond beyond our home. This is his spectacular shot.

 

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One of these things is not like the other . . . Our pooch, Tia, amidst homespun bedrolls made specially for homeless vets.

 

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Spence and Ronald chilling at the Mellow Mushroom in Asheville, NC.

 

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Peonies after the rain.

 

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Oh, what insufferable boors these younger brothers can be!

 

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The wetlands behind our house looking for all the world like the Yorkshire moors in Wuthering Heights. Poor, poor tortured Heathcliff. I read Wuthering Heights when I was home sick one day from 6th grade. It just about broke my pre-adolescent heart!

 

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Father and son bonding – it can’t be beat!

 

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Daybreak from our front walkway a week or two ago. G’morning!

 

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And a symphonic sunset from the back deck last winter. G’night!

 

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Bath time fun.

 

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This was at the National Gallery of Art in DC. “Hey who does this painting look like?” Jame asks as he strikes a pose.

 

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My two goofballs at a Chi-Town Shake Shack.

 

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My ever-faithful canine companion, Tia.

 

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Me and my honey at a scenic overlook on the way to the East Coast.

 

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And the brothers walking side by side down one of life’s many byways.

 

What joy photos bring!

They permanently record fleeting memories.

They become a part of a family’s history.

They’re, indeed, worth a thousand words.

 

 

Written by Becky


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Hi! My name is Becky. I’m a mom, a wife, a friend, a writer, and a compulsive thinker. Don't invite me to a spa or to shop the day away, but rather, make me laugh, engage me in interesting conversation, play a game with me, or give me a cappuccino and homemade vanilla bean flan and I’m yours ‘til the cows come home.

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