Colonial Williamsburg, Pt. 2

Miss Janice was our wonderful tour guide in Colonial Williamsburg. She was one tough cookie. Kids who idly scuffled pebbles while she spoke immediately froze in their tracks when she would shoot them a warning look. She asked a child a question and when he said, “What?” she looked at him incredulously and corrected him with a: “PARDON me?!” When a child mentioned the word “slaves” she said, “All people are born free, but they can become enslaved by unjust institutions and laws that permit that kind of thing to happen, so we call them enslaved people rather than slaves.” She talked about these enslaved people coming to the colonies “empty-handed,” but not “empty-headed.” At the conclusion of our tour, she lined us up and led us in a call and response work song, in her rich, beautiful voice. I would have taken pictures, but I was afraid she might rap me across the knuckles. Here are some other pictures from the day.

Once in a lifetime

When I got to work this morning, my colleagues and I decided that we would get together to somehow celebrate the remarkable, once-in-a-lifetime occasion of it being 12/12/12 at exactly 12:12.

The next thing I knew it was some really mundane time like 1:34. We’d missed the opportunity to notice, really notice this unrepeatable moment in time!

I was disappointed and mad at myself for forgetting to take note of the time, but when I thought about it, 12:12, 12/12/12 is really no more or less remarkable than this moment:

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Or this moment:

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Our lives are made up of unrepeatable moments in time, which is why I’m so obsessed with recording them in pictures. Sometimes you capture moments like these:

Or like these:

And this is why I feel compelled to torture my children with endless photo sessions:

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Please don’t call social services on me. I’m capturing once-in-a-lifetime moments!