Now and then I've had the impulse to take a photo, but have cast aside the notion, for being too busy or too tired to get up and get the camera.
I have had some serious regrets and have since learned to grab my camera and snap away, even if I feel foolish at times, for zooming in on the fruit and vegetables at the grocery store. I don't regret taking pictures; I regret missing great photo opts.
So, I hauled my camera along when we took a little cruise in the 1950 Chevy for a sip of hot cocoa and garage sales. Buzz and two other toys cost $1.00 total, "Score." Garrett was thrilled.
Remember this dam? I showed pictures my daughter Victoria had taken here about a month ago. Somebody decided it had to go. An evil bull dozer and wicked dump trucks lined our country back roads that mournful day. Loud explosions could be heard. It's gone... It's gone! This lovely place we used to come is all gone.
I'm so sad. I know I will get over it. I am heavy-hearted over this little private fairy world that is now gone. It's a lump, a pile of broken hunks of cement. The ancient moss... the water fall... gone gone. Somber, sorrowful day. I regret that I did not bring my sister Sharon here for photos three weeks ago. She would have loved it. As sorrowful as I am I hold out hope for my heavenly home where beauty far exceeds anything we know here.
Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come. 2nd Corinthians 5:17