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This is my layout for Scrapvivor week 3. The part I scraplifted is the technique on the photo, where part of it is torn black and white.

Here is what the journaling says -

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. I guess at the very core of my being I believed that, but it took a special picture for me to stop and examine the truth behind them Because that is all a picture is. It’s one’s perception of truth.

I see this picture of me. The truth of it is a brown-haired girl, making a scrapbook page. Striped t-shirt, blue jeans, mess all over the floor. But that won’t do. I want my thousand words.

It’s the things we fail to notice that speak the most to us. In the top left corner is a television set with the words “Address to Congress” across the screen. I remember that speech. It was one of many the president gave just after 9/11. And I don’t remember what he said, but I remember sitting in the room and realizing that all of the sudden, my world had turned black and white. Because of the one day, one event, there was no more grey. And the reason to that lies in another of the subtleties of the picture.

The scrapbook page has four pictures and a quote. “Friends are Angels Without Wings.” The pictures are of Bill and Jennifer, who at that time, were just our friends. But they were the motivation behind my black and white view of the world.

I remember sitting there listening to that speech, thinking about when it happened. Jennifer took the picture. And I remember thinking what if things had happened how they were supposed to that day. What if she had gone into the city as planned? Would she have been there when the planes hit the towers? Would she still be alive? Because she was supposed to be there. As I watched the planes hit the towers on the television at school, I didn’t know this. We found out later. And when we did, I found a real a terrible fear that I still carry with me.

But what else to this picture? My hair is in four long braids, getting ready for the Jam. That’s why Bill and Jennifer were there, to play music. But that visit became so much more. It was the first time I stayed the night with them...we got up in the morning and went to church and held hands and cried together, out of sadness and anger and fear...and love. It was the year they became my godparents.

Four years later, looking at this picture I realize the significance it has to me. It’s not a great picture. I look terrible, my room is a mess. It shows my worst qualities. But so many times we get caught up focussing on the centre of things, that we miss out on all the important details. It’s only when we see these details, and cherish them, that the picture can truly be worth a thousand words.


Hope you enjoy and if you do vote WILD AND CRAZY SCRAPPERS!!!

Bobbi


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