Out of the Darkness Comes Light

I truly believe sometimes God has a way of letting us know we’re on the path we should be, a way of reassuring us along the road unknown. This week that reassurance came in the form of a gift in the face of tragedy.

Around this time last year, I can distinctly remember the waves of doubt and longing that washed over me daily. The hubby (then fiancé) and I had only been in DC for a couple months. All the unpacking was done; he was settled in at work, and I was bored out of my mind. That boredom gave way to ugly insecurities: did we do the right thing moving up here; am I really strong enough to be this far from my family and friends; can we really build a life up here as great as the one we left behind? I wasn’t sure about any of it, but the one thing I knew for certain? None of those questions would be answered stuck inside our apartment. I needed to get out and explore. I needed to make friends, because with no kiddies or even furry friends around the house to keep me company, the Suzy Homemaker routine was growing old fast. But that resolution provided a new dilemma: how do you go about making friends? I hadn’t made new friends since school, and even then they’re normally people that you are thrust into situations with. My best friends through high school were the girls I went through volleyball camp with the summer before freshman year; my best friend in college was my roommate. So how do you make friends in this big scary real world we’ve been hearing so much about?

Well naturally I did what any good soon-to-be wife would do: I stole my husband’s friends. (How did he make friends you ask? Well aside from being the friendliest guy on the planet, he was forced into a new situation called work, and they were the ones to welcome him there.) It was a slow start, and I was an absentee friend for the majority of that first six months, what with crazy-wedding-planning-madness. But a year later, I can say they are some of my closest friends, and they have become a huge part of this new life we’ve built up here. This past weekend one in our happy little bunch, my fellow non-actuary, suffered one of life’s hardest lessons: the loss of a parent. I won’t go into details, as it’s not my story to tell, but it’s something we had known was coming, and he was on my mind all weekend. When we met for lunch Monday I had so many emotions and expectations running through my head (typical of my energizer bunny brain). What I didn’t expect was to receive such an amazing gift. My friend knew I was just venturing into this great wide world of photography, and unbeknownst to me, his father had followed that passion himself. And so I have so graciously been given a boatload of his old equipment, a gift so great that “thank you” will simply never suffice. Instead I have promised to use and cherish every piece of it!

Now as you know, I’m just getting into this. So I’m not going to pretend that I know exactly what every piece is. I’m not even going to pretend that I’m 100% positive I have this stuff set up right. But I can guarantee I’ll learn, and I know I’ll have fun trying! Below are a few shots of some of the amazing loot. (Super excited about the backdrop stand! I might have to go buy one or two cute ones now before the kiddies invade!) Also exciting: the copy of Understanding Exposure that I ordered has finally come in just in time for some weekend reading! (Seriously though, who has the budget for Barnes & Noble when you can get it for 1/2 price on Amazon if you’re willing to wait a few days?)

Long story short: I love when pieces start falling into place, especially when one of those pieces was dropped from the most unexpected of places.

And yes, I’ve been playing around with Lightroom. So fun!

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March 21, 2013 - 7:52 pm

Candi - Wow – what an amazing gift to be blessed with. Can’t wait to see all the extraordinary photographs you will create.

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