Eggstravaganza!!

This morning I covered the annual Spring Eggstravaganza at Fort Benning. Hundreds of youngsters, and their families, gather on the lawn at Riverside, which is the home of the post commanding general, for Easter egg hunts, games and prizes.

The egg hunts were divided into age groups, which is a good thing. Otherwise, the big kids would overpower the little kids, and the little kids would come up empty-handed and very disappointed. I photographed the young ones, and as one might expect, it was a mad rush for eggs and was all over in a matter of minutes. A clean sweep. Even with parents having been instructed to NOT pick up eggs for their children, but to let the kids gather for themselves. Lots of really cute kids.

I didn't get this little girl's name, but she is so small that she over ran her target as she tried to snag the egg before she came to a complete stop. Like a puppy or a kitten whose back legs begin to outrun its front legs. Pretty sweet.

Happy almost Easter,
Robin

A Tender Touch

I saw the most wonderful thing today. Tenderness and love in a most generous way. While taking pictures on assignment at the Brookside Glen Assisted Living and Alzheimer's residence, I turned to see one of the caregivers with her

arms gently but fully wrapped around one of the old women in a wheelchair. I missed that shot, but the serenity of the moment filled my heart with that joy that is also sadness.

A bit later Sylvia, who was quietly and constantly aware of Catherine's movements in her chair, had stepped back behind Catherine to rub her shoulders. It was difficult to get a good angle for a photo, because about 15 people were seated around a piano in the small foyer, and I did not want to just plow into the middle of their sing-a-long. Catherine McGarr is 88 and in the late stages of Alzheimer's, so she wasn't singing. But she was well cared for.

As the group broke up to return to their rooms, Sylvia walked over to Carmen Rivera, 70, who was smiling and swaying ever so slightly to the music that was still playing inside of her. Maybe in her memories. Carmen shuffles more than she walks, but Sylvia was in no hurry. Such gentleness. What a gift.

Have a nice weekend,

Robin