Sunday, January 26, 2014

Weekly Photo Project 2014 - "Broken"


I have to admit that when I first saw the theme for this week's challenge, this broken cup and saucer is what popped into my head for the item that I was going to photograph.  I set up my light tent one morning early in the week when the sun was shining and took several different photos.

Over the course of the next few days, I got to second guessing myself and thinking - "nah, this is too obvious, I didn't really get that 'perfect' shot I was looking for, and so on. However, since nothing else came to me during the rest of the week, I am pretty sure this was supposed to be it.

And now for the story behind the picture...

I have amassed a collection of cups and saucers - the ones from way back, with German and English marks on them? I started antique shopping for them when I was in High School, and then I inherited my grandmother's cup and saucer collection to add mine to.  No, it was not the other way around.  Her cups and saucers are the whole reason I got into it.

This particular one is sort of special. My great-grandmother got it for her in the late 50's, and at the time, I believe it sold for around $45 from a fine jewelry store - which was an awful lot of money in those days. In my eyes, it has always been the star of the collections - the marking on the back of the saucer says "lindner kueps bavaria echt cobalt" and the interior of the cup is lined with a thin layer of 24k gold.

 My entire collection had remained unscathed - through 2 children, 4 moves 4 cats and 1 mouse (but that's another story) - until approximately 4 years ago.  After our 19 yr. old cat, Bob, passed, we went looking for another cat.  We found a 7 month old feral rescue, named Phineas, and he quickly became the heart and soul of our family. He has the run of the house - that is our choice, so I wish to make it clear that I take all responsibility for what happened. He has chosen to lay in my lap as I type this, so I am typing around him...yes, it's like that. ♥

He had just learned how to jump up to the soffit area above our cabinets, and walk around the circumference of the kitchen on them - we thought it was funny and cute. One day he made his way from the top of the cabinets down to the top of my china cabinet - where my collection is lined up and displayed. He lost his balance, fell off the top and took 4 cups and saucers with him... He was so scared, and I knew in that second that I had a decision to make - do I scream and yell and get upset, possibly changing the nature of my relationship with my beloved cat forever, or could I take a deep breath, and just let it go? I decided to do the latter, and have been forever grateful that I did.

My cups and saucers are beautiful, and have meaning and memories for me. But they are dishes - inanimate objects - and those memories are still there, they are not broken. I was able to collect every single piece of every cup and saucer, and glue them back together, I simply had not got to this one yet. I don't drink from them, they are for show, and my lesson is this:

Broken doesn't mean forgotten.