Having picked up the remnants of five single-use cameras (about one third of the pictures came out), and viewed several hours of video footage and digital stills, I am beginning to wonder if God really wanted my cherished project to come out, or if maybe he just wanted me to have the experience of this trip. I really had hoped that the photos would be useful, and the ones I took on Karen's camera did come out well. Alas, 'twas not to be. Maybe...next time? Granted, I didn't have much time to learn how to use the video camera, and the churches in Europe are not exactly well illuminated, but you'd think I'd come out with a little more usable footage than I seem to have. As for the still pictures, I could just cry. But I don't have time for tears right now. I still have to finish editing my talk for tomorrow in Peoria, which is, I am told, a three hour drive from Chicago.
Later I can try to learn how to use the camera and prepare something less exalted, but maybe more achievable than I had hoped from this wonderful, extraordinary trip.
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