“We shall never know all the good that a simple smile can do.”
The granddaughter, all 5 years of herself, slung the big camera around her neck as we walked the path next to the roses. You know how little girls try to be big girls and little girls all at once.
She’d been with us all week, parents back home and herself with us in the Carolina mountains, she keeping up with all the girls, all the ages.
She point the lens at a rose bush, stopping still with her small hands on the Nikon’s sides, her index finger finding the shutter button. Snap, one, two, a few more and we walked on. It’s a busy path, this paved walk between the lake and the flowers; dog walker and folks out for the summer air.
I don’t remember if it was his smile looking down at her little self with big camera or her raising the camera that stopped him and made him smile. Whatever it was, she lifted the view finder to her eye, he stopped and gave a broad smile, two strangers sharing a small beauty.
This girl has an eye.