July Twenty-third; If Our Days Were Photographs.

It wasn’t the best of nights, it wasn’t the worst of nights. I woke several times during the night, but not so much due to the pain in my jaw from the tooth extraction. It was one of those nights when I would suddenly realize I was awake and listening to the ceiling fan turning above my head. I don’t know how many times I awakened, three? Four? More? It is always the same, I seem to have it down to a routine, awaken, fluff the pillow, drift back into something resembling sleep. Then to do it all again at odd intervals during the night. I’m accustomed to it now, I’ve been doing it since my husband died. This is merely one of those, it is what it is things that I deal with. 

As far as the tooth extraction, the pain has dropped to a level below death con status and is mostly an annoyance and not something that has be seeking something, anything to relieve the pain. But, I didn’t do that even when the pain was at its worst. I did take an over the counter pain medicine before going to bed, along with that recommended time spent with an ice pack.


 I wonder though, what I would think, if yesterday were a photograph? Each moment in the day, a different element in the photo. Because every photograph, no matter what, has a multitude of elements within. It is color? Filled with the infinite number of shades and color values? How bright, bold and clear do they show through?

Is it a black and white or monochrome? https://shotkit.com/monochrome-photography/


 Is it a still life or an action shot? How does it make you feel when you look at the photo? Where do the lines within draw your eye?


 What of the technical aspect? Depth of field, lighting? View point?


How would I feel, if my yesterday had been captured as a photograph? What emotions would I derive from viewing the moments?What colors would I attribute to the events? Where would the lines within draw me? Would I like what I saw? Or would I be disappointed in it some how? What of the other elements in the photo, the people taking part through the day? How do I feel of them, and how do I believe they thought of me?

Every moment of every day, is in a sense captured as a photo. Called our memory. We do at times call days and moments back to examine them again. Thinking if I had done this or that differently, I would like this photo better. If I had been kinder, gentler, more compassionate. If I had remained calm in a moment of high emotions, this would have turned out better.

Or maybe, the times when we remember moments in a happier way. The times we were able to spend with loved ones. The times of laughter, of sharing, of helping, all tucked safely away. The love we have, the love that was cut short but remains within our heart. 

The times when we know, that the storm was real, the hour dark, but we were not alone. That God was with us, providing for us, sheltering us as the gales blow and the waves reach for the heavens. The times, when we were given peace and comfort when we feared none was to be found.


Yesterday, even as I feared what as to happen, I walked in determined. Even as I felt the process of the extraction, I was calm and let the dentist know of the pain, as he had instructed. Even as I felt the anxiety, I remembered to breathe…and trust. I was able to handle the moment, because I gave the fear away. In the process, what was needed was done, and I made a new friend. This photograph, turned out rather well.

This has always been one of my favorite shots. The beauty and delicacy of the flower supported by the strength of the rod.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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15 Responses to July Twenty-third; If Our Days Were Photographs.

  1. Wow! I plan to bookmark this post so I can come back and read it again! How insightful- and a lovely phone as well! Thank you for giving us a glimpse into your heart- and your strength! The Lord will never fail you!🌹

  2. leendadll says:

    Randomness for you to think about: my braces adjustments require my head to be in all sorts of annoying, uncomfy, positions. Last time had the added “bonus” of the dentists’ naughty bits being about 2″ from my face. Thank gobs that kinda stuff doesn’t bug me!!

    I’m glad you’re feeling better!!

  3. rothpoetry says:

    Getting a tooth pulled is not picnic for sure! Lovely flower!

  4. Priti says:

    Inspiring post.

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