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Friday Slide Show: The Last Egg
9 April 2021
Almost a week after Easter, you may be happy to have seen the last of the hard boiled Easter eggs by now. Like most things, that calls for a celebration. And we just happen to have a decorative egg with which to mark the occasion.
A gift from our nephew, who grew into a painter himself a few years later, the porcelain egg is splashed with color, his name painted over the brighter colors, if not quite completely fitting the allotted space.
It enjoys a permanent exhibition space on the mantel in our home. But we thought when if not now will we ever photograph it?
And so we did.
We threw a black cloth over some poster board for the background. Mounted the Olympus E-PL1 and the 14-42mm kit lens (with a +10 Lensbaby macro converter handy) on an Orbit tripod and lit the little thing with a Flexi LED macro flash.
We gave it a spin, taking a shot of each side. And as we did, the years came back to us.
Starting with the Good Friday bartender who wisely recommended hiding our own eggs.
And Saturday after dinner, the egg coloring through the years. One year there was an elaborate Egg Factory a brother found at some dollar store that seemed designed by Rube Goldberg and added some dangerous (for the eggs) gymnastics to the egg coloring.
There was the inevitable smell of the vinegar dyes and also inevitable wiggling of tiny, multicolored fingertips.
An uncle once made one dye-free egg with red baseball stitches. An aunt responded with an orange basketball egg.
And the next day there were always the hunts.
The youngest's first ambulatory Easter with all the adults chasing the child around with their cameras. The more formal egg hunt at brunch or after church, always on a lawn, always with a giant Easter Bunny waving to the kids.
But soon enough the last egg is found and everyone returns to their own allowing the sun to resume its lazy path across the sky.
Of course, no one can keep the years from passing. And one day the last egg truly is the last egg.
And it has come too soon, way too soon.
