|Papaw by Josh|
|Granny by Josh|
It happens at seven thirty a m most every morning.
Granny stands on her front porch and looks out into the street.
Waves at a school bus of children.
They wave too. And scream words such as hey and aaaayyyyy and grandma and yaaaay and it happens so quickly that it is a photographic nightmare. How in the world am I gonna get that photograph? A moving bus, kids' hands waving, Granny's excitement, one facing the other. I am not going to have much time. No tripod, I'm looking for a certain shot.
It's a cold morning and Granny told me two nights ago this was happening. I think the sentence started with, Well. When Jason comes by with the kids. Then, blahblahblahblah. I didn't catch anything after that.
Jason brings Jesse and Wyatt over to see you before school?
No. He drives the bus. He brings my kids by.
Hold up. I need to know more about this. What kids?
Investigative journalism at it's best.
I know something you may not. My brother drives a school bus to supplement his teacher's income so he can raise a family. It's admirable I think. Plus, I consider it skillful since I am sure I would take out a bank, four stop signs and an entire city block if I attempted such a feat.
Granny, Jason drives the school bus by your house every morning?
Yeah, most mornings when school is in. They just scream Grandmaaaa.
I think that may be one of the cutest things I've ever heard, and it's happening in your front yard.
I blow all the shots trying to get the one with everything in it.
The kids waving.
The bus moving.
It's too much. My brain explodes.
|That kid is totally throwing Granny a peace sign.|
Today I am so very grateful that here and there and many spaces between we have the opportunity to see beauty in faces every morning. Quite nice when you think about it.