Summer flew by and Fall was threatening to do the same. Before winter set in, one of our bucket list items was a quick road trip to Fort Kent, Maine.
As a photographer, my instinct is to shoot the bigger image. This month was about getting in closer, letting details tell the story.
“Who do you want to be?”
We can’t always choose our circumstances, but we can choose our reaction – and decide who we want to be.
Meet yourself right where you are
Starting something new can be so intimidating, but when my photography instructor started her course with the words “meet yourself right where you are,” I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Like squirrels gathering nuts
Summer flew by and now it’s time to prepare for our first winter in Vermont. Greg and I are like squirrels gathering nuts.
Glimpses of everyday
The project – to photograph glimpses of everyday. The only thing that came to mind was “morning coffee” – whether at home, on the beach, on in a kayak – I photographed that morning cup of joe.
“All shall be well,
“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well” – words that came to me while feeling anxious and uncertain – bringing stillness.
I’ve never been a morning person. But ever since turning off that early alarm, I’m learning that mornings can be pretty darned awesome!
Artist date – mural walk
For years, my morning train has taken me through Lynn, Massachusetts where I’d catch glimpses of murals from my window. On this morning, I headed out with my camera to capture the murals close up, and witnessed a city coming to life.
I finally made it, transitioning my work over the past two months – and arriving in that uncharted territory called “retirement.” And now, I’m picking up my photo challenge where I left off – stillness.
If I were a flower
If I were a flower, what would I be? This was my recent art journaling prompt, but I didn’t have to give it much thought. I would be a daisy. Not the flashiest flower – nor my favorite – but it feels right. Its beauty is in its cheerful simplicity.
The path chosen
What is it about paths that draw me in? My photo library reveals numerous images of paths – some straight, some winding – but my favorites disappear into the distance. The unknown, the mystery, the potential they hold…