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The Sunday Paper: Oh, Irene!

We don’t watch the news much.  Don’t get the local newspaper.  Heck, before we had cable and internet, the only world information we received was through our Facebook newsfeed!  I still remember the morning when I was scanning through the posts on my phone and told Jared Osama Bin Laden had been killed.  If that’s not a sign of the times, I don’t know what is.

So as the news starting getting more serious about the potential of Hurricane Irene causing massive destruction to the East Coast, we actually started paying attention.  Night after night, Brian Williams was checking in with reporters up and down the coast, talking about the possiblity of New York City getting a direct hit.  And we couldn’t help but feel like we were in the summer version of The Day After Tomorrow.

Off to bed we went after another Saturday of beautiful weather.  And just as they said, the wind and rain came Sunday and hung around all day.  Truthfully, we’d been hoping for rainy days all summer long. It’s our way of justifying staying in our office all day, behind the computer, without feeling like we’re missing out.  Because we’ve been missing out. All. Summer. Long.  So when the rain came, we were glad.  And the cleaning bug bit and we started sifting through the stack of mail, receipts and paperwork that had been gathering dust in our office.  Most of the day was spent cleaning, editing, placing orders and catching up on emails.  Then the lights flickered.  Thought nothing of it.  A couple hours later, another flicker.  And after flicker number three, we decided to unplug all computers and hard drives and play it safe.

Just as we were settling into a marathon of Auction Hunters that we somehow hadn’t seen already, the power cut out.  It was 8:00pm.

Now what?  I haven’t had a good book to read since we lived down in Boston.  Haven’t taken the time to read since then as a matter of fact.

All I really wanted to do was curl up on the loveseat and watch a movie.

But Jared had other ideas.  Literally seconds after the power went out, he proclaimed it was time for Monopoly!  Off he went into the closet to pull it out of storage and quickly began setting it up on the dining room table.  I was initially reluctant to join in because my Monopoly memories are of endless games, coupled with unreasonable trades, unecessary chants and always losing.  But Jared was so excited to play that I gave in and my dad joined too.  And dare I say, I had fun.  We brought out our big Yankee Candle (Christmas Cookie, of course), setup my dad’s massive flashlight on top of a ladder and started to play.

With the first role of the dice, I was struck with how the harsh light cast perfect shadows on the game pieces.  The bright colors and contrast brought the photographer out of me and compelled me to grab a camera.  What most people don’t realize is that once you start taking pictures for your job, you stop taking them for yourself.  Which is sad, but still true.  And yet, in the near dark, I was brought back to the reason why I began taking pictures in the first place.  Seeing the ordinary in an extraordinary way.  And capturing that forever.

The power came back on before the game was over but we didn’t stop.  Instead, we turned off all the devices that suddenly came back to life and continued our game by candlelight/flashlight.  About two hours after we began, my dad was declared the winner.  I happily came in second while Jared came in a disappointed third.  He has since asked for a rematch.  And probably will continue to ask until he wins.  I’m thinking we’ll turn off the lights for round two 🙂

Erin B.S. - Love the shots, Debbie! Especially the light-on-the-ladder one. So neat!

Kathy Ellen Davis - I argue that
1. The chants were always necessary and
2. You should always have a book to read.

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