Pixel Darkroom Photography

“La fille qui rapporte les couleurs…”

Every once in a while, quite often actually, I see flowers on the park benches or tables that have some plates with name on them. I sometimes stop to read the names. I guess it is an homage that the relatives or friends, bring to those whose name is written on the plaques. It’s probably like visiting their grave.

This is one of them…

This morning, while my son was in school, in the dinning area, I decided to take my little princess for a walk. Just like that. We went outside and walked to this park where she started to climb, and play and slide, and go up the slide and all kinds of childish things. I took the camera with me to snap a few shots just for myself thinking that for the project I will come up with something else. I ended up choosing one of the shots I took in the morning. Why? I love it. And I just know that I’ll be crying in a few short years looking at this picture. My kids are such a blessing. Right now, I think life without kids is just empty. And as the good book says, “for everything there is a season”. Thanks to a little reminder from a good friend, I remember very often that for everything there is a season. There is a time to laugh and there is a time to cry, there is a time to be born and a time to die, there is a time to play and there is a time to go on a walk. The walking part is not in the book but I think there is a time for that too. Don’t you think?