In June 2013, one of my photographer friends in my ward sent out an email suggesting that we take some pictures in the wheat fields around Allen since they were looking beautiful and wheat-y and conducive to those D&C 4:4 kinds of shots...you know, "the field is white already to harvest..." So we rounded up some young men and some leaders and one other photographer friend and had a whole photo shoot in a wheat field one Sunday morning before church. Those other two photographers I occasionally tag along with are SO far out of my league and their pictures are beyond amazing, but I was happy to have been invited and happy with a couple of the shots I got that day including the one up there of Craig and his deacons at the time.
|photo by Kent Arnold|
So here's what I learned from this experience about intentions and talents:
Some people will show up to support you no matter what, and some people won't. One of Craig's boys showed up at 9:30 and was waiting for us in the parking lot when we got there at 9:45! (Holy cow!) One of those photographer friends of mine had to be at a ward conference several miles away but opted to come to the photo shoot anyway and just get to ward conference late. He brought his camera to take "back up" pictures even though we all knew his would be a million times better than mine. He even brought me a ladder to stand on. (Holy cow!) A few of the boys I most wanted and expected to show up didn't. (They're 16- and 17-year old boys. That's not really shocking. It's also not an indication of the amount of love they have for me or for Craig...I had to keep reminding myself of that...)
|photo by Kent Arnold|
You cannot control all things. I tried. Really hard. I scoped out a nearby field with a parking lot. I did a test photo shoot the day before. I sent out "save the date" emails a week ago and then emails last night with detailed instructions. But I could not make everyone show up on time. We had 10 boys come in total, but only 7 in one shot and 5 in another because they weren't all there at the same time. :( And I could not make the sky blue. The weather was seriously crappy. It was overcast and muggy and the sky was this weird shade of greenish grey. And I could not do anything about the pests. There were tons of weeds and more thistle than wheat in some places, and everyone came home with chigger bites, I'm pretty sure...except for me because I was on Kent's ladder.
Righteous desires do not always guarantee perfect results. Oh man, this is one of the life lessons I like the very least in mortality. There are a handful of things I desperately and unselfishly want to do...sing, teach and take pictures are three of those. And I happen to have almost no natural ability in any of those areas. But I really, really love them. And I really really want to be better at them. So I just keep showing up at things and I keep singing wrong notes and teaching less than stellar lessons and taking crappy pictures. Like this particular wheat field photo shoot. Imagine all the great things I could produce if it only depended on the amount of willingness and good intentions I brought with me.
Oh, how we will miss this ward and this great group of young men.