I am going to tell you about my first memory, but first let me tell you about this image. I found this while reading another blog, Weather Will. It was taken by a very talented photographer, Adam Baron, who shoots with a goal of augmented reality and seeks to achieve the illustrated, painted look as well. This image was probably pieced together by taking different shots, putting them together in the same scene and then creating the details, giving it that heavy illustrated look. His stuff blows me away, and you can see more of it at adambaronphoto.com.

So, let me just tell you why this photo struck a cord with me. Besides the fact that I have had a lifelong love with The Wizard of Oz, I have also been in this very position. More clearly, this is my very first memory. “No way,” you say. Yes, way, actually.

The very first memory I have is when I was 3 years old. I don’t remember everything from that night, but I remember certain parts almost vividly. I wasn’t standing outside with a very cute gingham dress on, nor was Toto in my arms (I always wanted a Toto). However, I was standing in our dining room, looking out the big glass door, watching my dad’s barn fly into the sky. I think my comment to my parents went something like, “The barn is gone.” They said that my eyes were as big as they could go, and I’m pretty sure I was in a trance—maybe some kind of little kid shock. It was that moment that we knew the tornado was really at our house, and my parents jerked me up to take me to the safest place in the house. One of my dad’s friends was also there that night, so we huddled in the bathroom for safety. We made it, but my dad’s barn did not.

I could talk all day with you about tornadoes. I’ve grown up with them, and we were used to running to the big closet downstairs. But, you never get used to the damage that it sometimes causes. Our house was hit a couple of years ago (whole other big, long story), but the damage was nothing that couldn’t be fixed. My parents were actually trapped outside when it happened. The pressure was so great that they couldn’t get the door open. It was amazing for them to see it and know how blessed they were to be spared, and it became even more of a reality when they went down the street just half of a mile to a community that looked like it had been hit by a nuclear bomb—same tornado, where not everyone’s homes were so lucky and many traumatized.

Here’s some very short footage of that actual tornado.

My grandparents’ home was hit just a few weeks ago, causing significant damage, but they are working on getting things back to normal. Additionally, my sister, the aspiring broadcast meteorologist, just got back from chasing tornadoes on the Great Plains. Go figure. :) She was always the one that got mad when I would wake her to tell her that if we didn’t go downstairs that very moment, we were going to be blown away. I was never dramatic as a kid (sarcasm).

In the same way that I have a mild obsession with great white sharks, I also have with tornadoes. It’s weird because, like great whites, I am terrified of them. On the other hand, I am also really intrigued by them—what makes them work, why do they happen, how do they miss this house but destroy a community a half mile away? I’ll never know, but as long as I’m in the South, I’ll definitely have to deal with them. So maybe this obsession has something to do with my first memory, the thing that stuck and that had impact. If I ever do get stuck flying in a tornado, I hope that I get to see some fun things like Dorothy.

“It’s a twister, it’s a twister!”

Sara Beth Parks is a designer, Southern girl, and lover of all things beautiful, currently writing of her journey with art, design, and life on this blog, “My Latest Buzz.”

I think Dorothy was exactly right. “There’s no place like home.” Sorry to be cliche’, but it’s true; furthermore, I love Dorothy. I went home to New Albany, Mississippi for the Thanksgiving break, and it was pure soul food. I got away from it all—the hustle and bustle, the sleep deprivation, the responsibilities, the things on my mind, the unending lists of things to get done. For four days, I got to relax with my my very favorite people, and I was immediately calmed as I pulled up to my first family function. From then on it was food, games, naps, the beginning of Christmas movies, and lots of laughter with the family and my loved ones. What could be better?

I say all of that to say that I was the most rested in those few days as I have been in months. When I go back home, I suddenly feel no need to check the internet, talk on the phone, schedule anything, or cross off another thing on the list. In fact, I was so rested that I actually got up one morning at 5:30 a.m. Yes, it’s true.

Now, let’s just get one thing straight. I am not a morning person, and I feel in the minority most of the time on that stance. All of the morning hoopla sounds great, in theory, but rarely do I ever get up in time to enjoy it the way people do in those Folgers commercials. It takes me a few minutes to get the crankiness out. Cold water on the face is an immediate must, and I don’t enjoy “chatting” for at least 30 minutes, but probably for an hour. I am a late night t.v. girl—I love Jay Leno, Conan, and Jimmy Fallon. I love to read for awhile before I go to sleep. I’m probably messing with some design before I go to bed. Sometimes, I get my best ideas while I’m trying to get to bed, thus prolonging the process even more. One of my best friend’s (morning person, mind you) likes to remind me that there are “morning piddlers” and “night piddlers.” I am the classic “night piddler” in every way.

But, back to the point. The point is that one morning while I was at home, I was rested enough that I just woke up. It actually happened the way I hear my morning friends bragging about it. I sat up, looked out the window and thought, “Wow. I think I may go watch the sun come up.” I cherish moments like this, because they are so rare. I then proceeded to grab my camera and head outside to see what I could capture.

This is the first thing I saw. Another reason for my serene state-of-mind—land, trees, and water. It was crisp, quiet, and the sun was just coming up. The fog was covering the pond, and it was really beautiful to watch it roll over the water slowly.

Getting some porch time in…

I love the blues that started coming out. They were truly vibrant. Another reason for this morning joy: we had decorated for Christmas the morning before, so on this morning I could just enjoy it.

I just thought this shot was kind of cool. In the left side, you can see my dad’s horse trailer, as he just got a new baby colt before I came home. The fog and the background have some blur to them, and the tree’s shape just makes me happy. It’s small, but it still has a presence about it.

Enjoying my time by the fireplace with our newly decorated tree.

Our sweet dog, Rusty, catching a morning nap in his favorite blanket…

I am thankful for my time at home and for my morning time as well. It may not happen much, but it’s memorable on days like this when life slows down and you catch your breath— and a glimpse of beauty. ~

Sara Beth Parks is a designer, Southern girl, and lover of all things beautiful, currently writing of her journey with art and design, "My Latest Buzz."