A Good Excuse to Get Outdoors

Once I realized that photography is the reason I get outside, the force that drives my curiosity and exploration, and the way that I ground myself in the present, it became so much more fun and easy. I stopped thinking of this practice as creating art (though it certainly is creative work). I stopped wondering where the work might lead, what it was worth, how I might make money from it or achieve recognition. I stopped worrying about upgrading my gear and figuring out Photoshop or Lightroom perfectly. I accept that I know only as much as I need to about the technical aspects of photography, the camera or photo-editing software. I love color and light and patterns and shapes and lines. I let my intuition guide me. Life unfolds and I await each day with eager anticipation. If I make a misstep, I turn around and try another path. It’s not easy, but it is worthwhile.

Finding My Sweet Spot

I am finding all kinds of ways to connect with my internal compass and feeling empowered to follow my instincts. Nourishing and caring for myself. Not because of some tired old trope like how caring for myself better enables me to care for others, but simply because I am worthy of such care. No explanation needed.

Winter Days

Love is experienced as attention. And taking pictures is one of the ways I give myself my own attention.

The paperwhites have bloomed and begun to topple over. Dirt scattered over the old brown table. The handmade wooden flowers found at the thrift shop slip into place on the shelf by the window, where the paperwhites stood. The days are cold and skies mostly gray. But not too cold for long drives in the car or patches of blue sky or hidden gems.