Monday, May 10, 2010

Hipstamatic

The tragically hip should always have an even more tragically hip underling to advise them of all things, well, hip. I am blessed to have a cadre of such hipsters through which I have learned of a most fantastic iPhone app called Hipstamatic. Hipstamatic is, quite honestly, the sort of dichotomy for which I live: it's a digital photo application with lenses and films that make your pictures look vintage. Brilliant!

As we scorch forward into a world of HD and augmented reality, I find a certain comfort being reminded of "the way things used to be." I'm pretty sure this is the first step to declaring yourself old but honestly, I don't even care anymore. Our culture of instant gratification leaves so much to be desired. Gone is the opportunity to wait and anticipate - like getting a roll of film processed and having 2 weeks to recall the images you shot, the way it felt, looked, smelled and hoping you'd captured it exactly that way. Normally I didn't, but the process of that recognition brought with it more value than the product itself.

When I was a boy my parents and aunt/uncles would take us to a campground nearby in Mississippi to spend a big chunk of the summer. My mother and her sister kept us fed and clean 3 times each day, but otherwise we would swim, water-ski, master the Pac-Man game in the small pavilion, etc., while they had a chance to recline, read, and relax. It was a pretty good deal across the board. It was what they did, as well, as they were growing up.

Yesterday, on Mother's Day, events sequenced in such a way that I was the only sibling with our mother. My 14 year-old niece found out on Thursday of last week her golf team had qualified for the Alabama State Championships which sent my sister's faction into a tailspin since they're competing today and tomorrow and, as such, they left for Huntsville yesterday morning. My little brother works a 4-day on/off work shift and was "on" so it just left me and the 'rents. We contemplated a seafood lunch on the causeway but after breakfast my mom decided she'd like to visit the campground to see its recent renovations. A cloudless sky and breezy upper-70's were the perfect backdrop for a picture perfect day. But the actions - and interactions - were what made it even better. We grabbed an ice chest, ran through a Subway for sandwiches, and a half-hour later we were beneath the shade of an oak tree on the edge of the lake, recalling fondly the times we'd spent there.

My mom pointed to an area and told a story I'd never heard, of how she and my dad and grandparents had camped one night in a tent when she was pregnant with my sister. That would've been 41 years ago, and I was immediately mesmerized by the thought of them there: what they said, how they looked, what they did. I saw myself at 10 years-old with 2 water skis tied together, my mom on the shore cheering me on as I popped right up and experienced gliding over water for the first time.

At the end of the picnic my parents had secured a spot for their camper for the entire month of June, which will be spent doing pretty much the same things but this time it will be my nieces and nephew who will begin the cycle and, of course, I can't wait to be there with them to share in the excitement.

Although it isn't the summer of 1968 (I wasn't even alive then!) I loved taking a picture of my parents that make it seem like it could've been. It captures not only a moment, or an era, but more special to me it captures a life.

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2 comments:

Pennisi's said...

You made me tear up!! That was beautiful and captured feelings that we all have. Once again, your voice is magical, warm, and comfortable. Thank you, my friend for sharing yourself.

Love, Kim

Pennisi's said...

You made me tear up!! That was beautiful and captured feelings that we all have. Once again, your voice is magical, warm, and comfortable. Thank you, my friend for sharing yourself.

Love, Kim