Yesterday was the last day of the photo challenge. I can't believe it. Really, I think I am in shock that it's over and am amazed that I was able to finish. It was such a challenge for me to participate-- I have been stretched creatively and have grown more than I ever thought possible. I wouldn't trade my newfound perspective on my life and the world around me for anything.
Like I've said before-- not all of my challenge photos are great, but not all of my days were great. I feel so proud of the fact that despite illness, creative anxiety (that never went away!), moving, surgery on my elbow, all of our money being stolen, parents moving in, a busy 4-kid-schedule, ornery kids, and just plain old lack of motivation, I didn't miss a day. Not one! It wasn't always pretty, but I accomplished my goal!
Speaking of not always pretty... I guess it's fitting that capturing my final photo would be a challenge. I struggled with knowing how to end this journey. I mean, I wanted it to somehow pay tribute to accomplishing my goal, but knew I couldn't do anything really grand. What to do?
Right before taking Bud to school I had an epiphany. It was fueled by Big's affinity for wearing numbered shirts-- it's all he'll wear for the most part. So, I quickly whipped up a new shirt for him to wear and made a plan.
Not the best plan, as it turned out. Yesterday was one of those days where Big took extreme pleasure in being contrary. Super funny to him. Not so funny to me. So, relying on him to be the integral part of my plan didn't work out very well. My creative anxiety kicked into overdrive. I was determined to capture a photo that was exactly what I had envisioned!
So, this is where we started--
Big lasted all of about a minute in front of the funny mirrors until he was done (and haven't they ever heard of Windex?!?)-- he was much more interested in the fish.
Hmmm. Not exactly what I'd envisioned for my grand hurrah, so when we picked up Bud from school we did a quick shirt-switcheroo and made another go of it.
I looked at my shots when I got home, only to realize that it was a lot darker out than I had thought, and having Bud sit on the bottom of the slide was a bad idea. Too much red and orange have made my child into an Oompa-Loompa. And since I don't know how to edit....
Back to the drawing board. Another quick switcheroo....
Yeah. Again, soooo not what I'd envisioned. Yikes!
Maybe if I give Bud another go....
With promise of a sucker treat, I coaxed him into another shirt-switcheroo and had at it. He did great for a few, but quickly lost steam.
Okay. There's one kid left. Another sucker promise, another shirt-switcheroo....
It was looking rather promising, albeit a little stiff, so I asked her to jump a bit.
Yowza! Sorry, my bad.
Let's try again...
A little intense, but such enthusiasm! I think I can work with that.
Now we're talkin'!
Apparently Ginger's been taking an Irish step dancing class on the sly. I think we're getting close...
I DID IT!