Open to Interpretation

Procrastination Station

Hello. 

I'm sorry I've not been blogging more. 

I've got a good excuse, no really, I do. 

My computer crashed, and I went to 2 weddings and a funeral in the last week. 

So, as a consolation gift, here are some highlights from my most recent adventure as chronicled by my cell phone. 

Really amazing things coming soon.

Lukewarm and Loving it.

Love this guy's passion.

Photographer Au Pair Extraordinaire

Multitasking. Its a hard job, but I suppose someone has to do it.

Introduction to Life 101

Hi.

My name is Laura Clawson. I'm one of those people who likes to try to figure things out. Whether its sketching it up or just thinking it over and over and over and then jumbling my words all up when I try it get it out, I like to figure things out. I want to figure out life, so I can do it the right way. You know, not mess it up, not waste it, not let a single moment of time, tick tock by with out me knowing.

Here is the thing:
The more I figure out life, the more I am coming to find that its not what I expected it to be.
Its much more. Much, much more.

And its different. Its about different things, that is.

I used to think that Life, or the 'good version' of life was for the rich, the lucky and/or the beautiful.
Reality check:
its not.
Wow.
Life is for me.
Because of Jesus and what he does and did and will do I get Life, 
The good version. The full version. The extended version, even.  Its a lot different from what I thought it was.

 

Feel free to quote me on this offical statement:

"Holy Smokes. I love being alive."-Laura Clawson

Books

"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour and with that one, is what we are doing."
— Annie Dillard

Today I feel:

8 years old.

Small Beginnings

Confessions of Multnoma Falls

So. A confession, if you will. I have a secret that I probably should tell you. 

I'm not a huge fan of Landscapes [and] I think waterfall pictures are sorta cliche.

There. I said it. I got it out. 

To me, a waterfall picture is just another picture of a waterfall. Sorta the "seen it once, seen it all" idea. 

So, its funny that I spent most of the day last Sunday afternoon with my friend Elizabeth Knopp, driving to, climbing up and photographing a waterfall, right?  Its okay, you can agree. Its funny.

But here is the thing. 

A waterfall is different in person. 

No, really. It is. Nature has a way of, once you take the time to take the time to be out there in it, making you remember things. 

So, I took a cliche picture of a waterfall. 

But It wasn't the waterfall itself that made me want to take a 'cliche picture of a waterfall.'

It was the effects of it. The impact it made on me. 

 It was the bigness of it that made me remember my smallness.

The consistency of it that made me remember my undevoted heart.

The strength that made me remember my fragility.

The cool mist that landed, sparkling on my sun warmed body that made me want to remember it. 

That is, after all why we take pictures right? To remember the things important to us? The times in life when we felt  satisfied and in awe, mysteriously in awe? 

Yes. That is why I take pictures. And I liked that waterfall and the way it made me feel in awe. The way that hiking to to the top flooded my human veins with accomplishment (or maybe it was just the fresh air) whatever it was. I liked it. And I took pictures. 

The End.

Took a path to the top of a mountain.

What we think about God determines