“A good snapshot stops a moment from running away.” -Eudora Welty
I admit: I haven’t owned a properly functioning camera in at least 10 years. I’ve just never been very good at the whole photo thing. I mean, what a pain – you have to carry the thing around all day, if it falls and breaks you have to buy a new one and somehow mine always used to be liquid magnets. Where’s my camera? Oh. Sitting in that pile of juice that spilled all over the table. Not to mention, I always hated being that annoying person who, in the middle of a fun moment, said “Don’t move, let me get my camera”. The real reason I stopped carrying a camera? I always forgot to take pictures. Here I am, lugging this obnoxious flashing contraption and I don’t do anything with it. I tend to be an “in the moment” kind of person… I’m there, I’m having fun… I just… forget. Bottom line… I’ve just never been very good at the whole photo thing. Which is unfortunate. It’s nice to document the good times – to look back and see the fun had with friends. So you know what I say?? Thank goodness for Facebook. No frills, no fuss, just right click and copy and those babies are mine. No papa-paparazzi -ing for me.
So for the last two weeks, I’ve been bombarded with Ukrainian-ness. In one weekend, my dance group performed four shows – a private wedding, the Cleveland Cultural Gardens “One World Day”, and two shows at the St. Vladimir’s Ukrainian Festival in Parma. We had some great performances and gorged on some delicious Ukrainian delicacies.
Me and Serhiy before our performance at a wedding.
Some of Kashtan Dance Ensemble’s beautiful dancers performing at the Cleveland Cultural Garden’s “One World Day”
The return to the weekly grind didn’t last too long, as our caravan of Clevelanders shipped out to Upstate New York to enjoy the Labor Day weekend. You see, for Ukrainians, Labor Day is not just a day off of work for barbecues and air shows. A weekend comprised of good friends, hundreds of Ukrainians from all over the country, music, dancing and singing until all hours of the night for four days straight. For Ukrainians, Labor Day can be described in one word: Epic.
So magical, we’d be so fantastical
The Cleveland Sunday Extravaganza at Kyiv.
So the moral of this story is that I love my friends, I love my Ukrainian-ness and I love the paparazzi that snapped these photos. These pictures aren’t just worth a thousand – they’re worth a million words. Wouldn’t miss these gorgeous momentos for the world.