“I don't sit around waiting for passion to strike me. I keep working steadily, because I believe it is our privilege as humans to keep making things.
Most of all, I keep working because I trust that creativity is always trying to find me, even when I have lost sight of it.”― Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear
the view out the window
lensbaby sol 45
I spend time culling the archives of this space. Reading past posts that go back some ten years. As I travel down memory lane I delete many of them. I read post after post where I have rambled on and on about how I am going to work on this or that. Mostly trying different means and resources to ward off the depression that surfaces without much warning. The list is impressive, and I give myself a pat on the back for not giving up.
I notice how my photography has morphed and changed over the years. Having never really settled into a certain genre, I see the whole of my life in these old posts. The misspelled words and bad editing jump out at me often, but within those words I am transported back in time, once again finding the whole of my life. In the beginning I was driven by my need to share, both here and on social media but today, that drive is over. Wanting to just have a space where some of my photos can live, paired with a few words is the only intention I have now.
If someone were to ask me if I was aiming to be a writer or a photographer, I would not know how to answer. My editing skills, along with my knowledge about the settings on my cameras, are at best mediocre. But doing both of these things make me feel alive, and that in itself is worth noting.
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I took these photos a few days back on a morning spent with Percy. The rain poured down, keeping us inside his house playing. Suddenly the wind picked the chairs up out front and blew them around as the two of us sat on the couch watching. I had just bought a new lens and had brought it along hoping to play around some with it. As I dug it out, I watched him follow suit.