Camas Days Grand Parade 2019!

Camas Days Grand Parade 2019!

I shot today’s Camas Days Grand Parade for Camas Life Magazine. Talk about photographing connection; this is one connected community, and you can really see it at events like this. Raindrops started just as the parade did, but the support from the crowd was lovely. I just love this town.

Here are a few of my favorite moments. I apologize these pics don’t click larger; this site is a work in progress. Enjoy, and thanks for stopping by!

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Friends walking just before the start of the parade.

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Rainy-day parade encouragement.

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Respect.

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Camas Mayor Shannon Turk was obviously enjoying her candy-tossing duties!

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Somebody find me the mama of that boy saluting in the background, I want to shake her hand. This is the beautiful Virginia Warren, the parade’s grand marshal.

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Aslan turned my head just in time to catch this little cutie riding in style.

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Pure luck, this kiddo yawning just as I clicked the shutter, this near the end of the parade.

These words keep following me.

These words keep following me.

These words keep following me.

Recently my sifu observed that I’m trying to walk forward while holding on to a boulder with both hands. That boulder … “is it fear?” I asked. He confirmed, but … fear of what?

This saying crops up a lot on pages that address narcissism … um … fallout. I’ve been staying up late for days trolling such pages, trying to figure out why I feel so gutted, a little crazy, and mournful; let that suffice as explanation of my summer. I do not think Walter’s up there pulling strings to see me (us) hook up with … that. But I felt so *led*. And then … I fell pretty hard. So I spent most of August extricating myself, but it hurt. Still hurts. Guess I was more vulnerable than I thought.

Then, this last Saturday night, God says, “I see you” through a friend. And this week, in conversations with my cool friends Judit and Helena, I start to see where God might be pointing me now. I see recurring themes of open-ended ministry, and I see need. Then I arrive to kung fu last night to – surprise! I’m leading basic class?! *terror* And Sifu Tristan coached me not on my fear of public speaking, or the fact that I’m choreographically challenged, but my fear of leadership.

Leadership: Like, the role you can’t escape when your husband dies. Of course. And I’m surrounded by the fallout of broken people raised by broken people who turned inward and embraced their brokenness, instead of turning outward and joining God in healing others’ brokenness — essentially, leadership. But have I been embracing it? Well … not exactly.

So, I ask Sifu Tristan this morning: Is it fear of leadership? “How about letting go?” He answers.

And wouldn’t you know it: This morning at Thatcher’s Coffee, Sheri says, “Look!” and here it is: “‘What if I fall?’ Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?”

And Sheri and I have this beautiful walk on the Vancouver waterfront, and talk about the recurring theme of letting go in scripture, and I tell her all the stuff that’s been happening this past week. And it all falls into place.

Helena says revival’s happening all around us. Yeah, I think she’s right.

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