Lisa-Jo Baker has a blog that I love to read.  She has this thing on Fridays – Five Minute Friday.  You guessed it; write for five minutes straight.  No editing.  No re-do.  She gives the topic and you just write.  Then you link it up to her site, comment on the other link-er before you and boom-hundreds of bloggers are writing about the same subject on the same day.

Do you see me stalling as I’m trying to figure out what I’m going to write?  This is totally defeating the purpose.

Topic: Focus


She sits in the beautiful, gray bag in my closet and I only take her out on special occasions.  She frustrates me, but I love her all at the same time.  She mocks my time and yet records my memories.  She is an oxymoron sitting in the bag with a broken flash.

I have a desire to take her out, use her and learn all about her. But, time is not on our side. She’s just waiting for me though; waiting for me to make the time.  And, the time I take, it’s a fumbling mess of trying to figure her out quickly enough to get the great one.

She’s simple enough to use and even comes with a Dummies guide to how to get that great one.  But alas, we’re unfamiliar with one another.

And, here I have the opportunity of seeing God’s symbol of promise through the evening sky.  A beautiful double rainbow appears in the skyline.

Yet, she and I can’t get together and I can’t get her to focus.  We miss the shot, but not the memory.

Dang camera.  We have to get to know each other better.


3 thoughts on “Focus

  • September 14, 2012 at 3:21 pm

    I have the same feelings toward my sewing machine. I did figure her out for a while, but then life got busy, and I stopped losing interest in all the projects that I was going to make with her. I hope you and your camera become good friends soon!

  • September 14, 2012 at 3:46 pm

    I just saw your beautiful face on the link up!! Yippee! So glad youre doing this. 🙂 I love this line, We miss the shot, but not the memory. That has a million layers of meaning for me.

    Love ya girl!

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