Let me just get it out of the way now and say it: this afternoon was amazing.
Today marked the dedication of our parent company’s shiny new facility over in Illinois. It’s a story that goes back far enough that I can’t remember how it began, but I was invited to a reception for folks whose photos were selected to hang in this beautiful new building. So I made the trek over to check it out, having no idea what to expect. I knew the designers had selected a few of my images, but I didn’t know how many. I figure maybe seven or eight.
Nope, not seven or eight.
Twenty-two. Wait, are you serious?!? 22?? To say I was floored is an understatement.
I was given a personal tour by a sweet host who knew where all of my pieces were hanging. Or shall I say, a sweet host took me around and I gave him the audio tour. I have no idea whether or not he cared, but I gave him the background on each and every photo. I couldn’t help myself. I was so excited that I couldn’t stop talking. I told him about Powder Valley and how the deer are more like domesticated pets than wild creatures. I told him about plants in my photos and when they bloom. I told him about the female cardinal who camped out on my patio for days on end. I told him about the annual robin nest build that occurs in my old office building’s parking garage. Chatter, chatter, chatter, blah, blah, blah.
Some of the silliest stories are attached to those photos — and that poor man had to hear every one of them. But every story represents a memory or an adventure from my little world. And now my little world is on display on every floor of that building. It’s an unbelievable feeling. I’m so grateful.