When I think of emotions and pictures I guess I don’t so much think of a picture of the emotion, but rather of the emotions that are remembered and felt when looking at pictures.
The pictures I have chosen can not be considered to be great photographic art, in fact they were all taken using my phone and a couple whilst giggling a lot, so they are quite blurred, but to me they tell a story of last summer’s holiday and highlight many of the emotions that holiday involved.
Last summer we went on an amazing trip to visit my husband’s twin brother and his family who live near Seattle on the west coast of America.
In the days and weeks leading up to the trip there was excitement at the prospect of travelling to america and seeing the children’s cousins and visiting their home, the thoughts of seeing lots of new places.
There was anticipation, nerves and anxiety about how the children would manage a long flight (9.5 hours) coupled with an 8 hour time difference. I was anxious about how my Son with aspergers would cope with all these changes and with the fact that we were going to be travelling around to lots of different and unfamiliar places. We weren’t staying in our own house, so would not be in control of all the plans.
There was boredom and frustration on the flight, relief at arriving. There was joy at seeing their cousins, excitement arriving at the house, exploring the garden, sitting in the hot-tub, and friendship as the girls chatted and brushed hair as though they saw each other every week.
Then there was total exhaustion on the first night as the emotions finally overwhelmed someone:
We had an action packed 2 and a half weeks, mainly of excitement, the thrill of flying in a Sea Plane over Victoria Harbour on Vancouver Island. wonder at seeing whales diving in the ocean, boredom on a couple of long car journeys, relief as B seemed to take it all his stride. Horror and awe at learning the story of the eruption of Mount St Helens in 1980. Fun of spending time together, frustration when we discovered we were camping for 2 nights in a ‘dry’ county and the beer cooler was empty!
And finally love, in a brother / man kind of way – not that they would admit it – but the laughs we had, the nights out and the nights in sitting on the deck drinking beer or round a camp-fire on the edge of a lake with Mount St Helens in the background.
And then it was time to go home. Again, sadness that the children would all be another couple of years older before they see each other again, mixed with relief that everything had gone well and that we had all those happy memories and that the holiday had been such an amazing success and fantastic experience.
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