Photography
A little girl walked to and from school daily. Though
the weather that
morning was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily
trek to the elementary school. As the afternoon progressed, the winds
whipped up, along with thunder and lightning. The mother of the little
girl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked
home from school and she herself feared that the electrical storm might
harm her child.
Following the roar of thunder, lightning, like a flaming sword, would
cut through the sky. Full of concern, the mother quickly got into her
car and drove along the route to her child's school. As she did so, she
saw her little girl walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the
child would stop, look up and smile. Another and another were to follow
quickly and with each the little girl would look at the streak of light
and smile.
When the mother's car drew up beside the child she lowered the window
and called to her, "What are you doing? Why do you keep stopping?" The
child answered, "I am trying to look pretty. God keeps taking my
picture."
This is one of my favorites, taken by whim
right outside of my apartment door:
These are some taken at my grandmother's house:
