Curly Q

I was feeling VERY frustrated today at my failed attempts with a personal photography project I've been wanting to finish based on Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8 and Psalm 40: 1-2 relating to God's perfect time. It is to be a mosaic of clocks which I have collected over the years. I am finding it is difficult for me to photograph clocks....seemed like such a simple feat. In talking to my good friend, James (crossmage on flickr), I decided I was going to give up for today and go bake some apple pies which my son, Jonathan, asked me to bake for a Bible study he goes to on Thursday nights. "Why don't you take photos of your pie baking," says James. "But, I'm ready to throw my camera out the window," I respond. "Do it anyway," comes his reply. "You might even enjoy it." And so I did. The really, really cool thing about it was the memories that began flooding my mind as I began the whole process. I realized why I love baking this particular pie and sought to capture the things that make it special to me. Like storing my apples in my grandmother's old fruit basket. Using my mother-in-law's apple pie recipe which my husband loves so much. Making the pie crust from a recipe out of my first-ever cookbook which my mother gave me when I got married. Using my mother's handed down pie plates and the wooden rolling pin my father bought for me because 'it has special ball bearings and will last a lifetime.' Making these pies turned out to be its own little story all in itself. And I don't even want to throw my camera out the window anymore. I hope you enjoy the photos, and if not, well, our door is always open...you can stop by any time and I'll bake you an apple pie. I promise you'll like that.

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