LBBC Corral {Art Inspiration 13}

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LBBC Corral {Art Inspiration 13}

This is one of those layouts that looks so much better irl than I could get it to scan. I love this art piece and thought it would be a breeze - wrong! I ended up following the basic design of the piece and then going rustic. I did a lot of sanding and inking as well as converting two of the photos to B&W and reducing the color of two others to 50%. Hidden journaling: I knew the day would come eventually, it just wasn’t supposed to come this year. After all, you were barely 10 and just out of 4th grade – still my little girl! Packing, loading the car, driving to LBBC - nothing hinted at what was to come. When we arrived and got in line to register I started to sense the change. Rather than lean in to me while you waited in line, you stood slightly away from me. Instead of engaging me in conversation, you scanned the sea of campers for familiar faces. When registration was complete, we walked to your cabin. I stood by while you hugged your friends and chose you bunk. After you were settled I was ready to take my annual camp photos; you wanted nothing more than for me to leave! I was stunned! This was it? No photos? No more hugs? Just a “bye mom” and that was it? I quickly came to my senses and desperately bargained for what I wanted – one photo of the group of you and I would go. I could hardly keep from laughing when I heard Danielle yell “everyone on the porch for a picture so Andrea’s mom will leave!” Well at least I got the quickest group photo I had ever taken and true to my word, I took the one photo and told you goodbye. As I watched you walk away arm and arm with your friends I knew I wasn’t quite ready to leave. I began to walk around the strangely empty areas of the camp where I had spent all my childhood summers. I walked by the boat shed with Kayaks in every color of the rainbow stacked neatly to one side. The swimming area, including the raft beyond the ropes that we had both passed the swimming test to use, was peaceful for the only time in my memory. I passed the bell that I could still hear calling us to chapel each day. I stood on the empty volleyball court and wondered how many campers had enjoyed playing a quick match with the ball that now sat motionless in the sand. When I saw you and the other campers gathering at the flagpole for announcements, I knew it was time to take my leave. I slowly got in my car and headed down the winding dirt road back to the highway. In the cloud of dust kicked up by the vehicles of the other parents also beginning their journey home, I saw it – the corral! This was the site of your favorite camp activity! I would have my camp photos after all! I pulled my car off the road and grabbed my camera. As I circled the area snapping frame after frame in the fading light, I felt connected to you – I was sharing one of your camp experiences. As I got back in my car once again heading for home and saw the corral one last time in the cloud of dust in my rear view mirror, I felt content.Papers are by Karen Foster, Chatterbox and Sweetwater. Font is CK Ranch and the tin pieces are Rusty Tin-TIQUES. Thanks for another great round, and thanks for looking. Sue