Epiphany and Caroline
Our church always celebrates the coming of the Magi with a procession of the Three Wise Men carrying gold, frankincense and myrrh—and a camel crafted many years ago by a parishioner. It trots along under the power of two small children inserted under the body and up to the head, where a large hole allows the children to see where they are going. In the past my grandchildren have provided camel power for this clever costume. And every year I have forgotten my camera.
Today was no different. The only time I ever made a conscious effort to carry my camera and to take photographs was in 2010 when I followed an idea I had seen in other blogs and set up a new blog to record every day in the year with a photo recording the activities of the day, or some scenery I had admired or something I considered memorable/newsworthy/beautiful etc. Since it was my 70th year I titled the blog 365 at 70. I am not sure whether the photos were any good. I enjoyed the format of the blog, and taking walks in the snow and exploring different parts of the neighborhood to find an interesting photo must have done me some good. Until March, when I had computer problems and that was the end of that project.
I do, however, have a photo to share today. My granddaughter Caroline is twelve, edging up there to the days of becoming a teenager.
2 comments:
I have always liked that tradition. Funny, though: I have great dread that they'll approach me to play one of the kings, then disappointment when they don't.
Wait a minute—the guy who sang Gilbert and Sullivan and Forever Plaid, who acted in Berkeley Square and The Heiress and who appeared on stage wrapped (barely) in a towel, is scared to wear a shiny crown and walk down the aisle with a fake camel?
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