Winter is a busy time at Away - weekend guests and outdoor activities. And while my wrist continues to heal, I forgo the skiing and snowshoeing, choosing to putter indoors. I don't mind this quiet time to myself - and yet, I am ready for winter to end... January has resulted in a dearth of photos; with the exception of a few quick Instagram snaps on my iPhone, I have little to share. Itchy to keep on keeping on, I have been perusing my photo catalogs from recent months - finding forgotten, untouched photos, waiting to take my notice. I came across several from our October camping trip in Acadia - a sunrise shoot on a cold autumn morning. While the multitudes of Acadia visitors took off for Cadillac Mountain (with out a doubt, breathtaking) I sought a place along one of the coastal roads, not wishing to share the sunrise with a crowd. Tripod and camera in tow, Greg, Chessie and I climbed among the rocks, away from the road. A short walk brought us to a perfect spot for watching the sun as it rose over the horizon. I focused primarily on the shore, watching the sun peek over the water; Greg was fascinated by the golden glow that the early light cast on the rocks and trees. I need to remind myself - always - to stop for a moment - take a pause - look around. It seems that I need to learn this lesson over and over - just as I am now taking a pause from shooting new photographs to working with forgotten ones. Initially, I neglected these photos - baffled by how to work with the deep shadows and white balance of the sunrise. My editing style is minimal, hoping to share the view as it "looked" and "felt" to me at the time. And then, all too quickly, the sun is up - time to head into town for a hot cup of coffee. Slowly, slowly, my day-to-day activities are returning to "normal". And while I know that this momentary pause has been good for me, I can hear my neglected camera calling to me. I will be back at it soon enough. In the meantime we are planning our next adventures - a bicycle tour in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, a hiking trip in Colorado... working with these photos, only adding to my excitement. And so in my own way, I guess I keep moving forward. Side note - I just finished reading Heart Spring Mountain, which I stumbled upon in my local bookstore in Vermont. The story brought to life, the unique culture that is Vermont. I don't generally write reviews, but will add some short comments on Goodreads - eventually - maybe... Are you - like me - already looking forward to / making plans for summer?
As many of my friends on Instagram already know, my wrist had an early morning date with black ice - yeah, it didn't go well. And so, cue the whining about the end of my ski season, yada yada - not to mention reparative surgery which felt something like a ton of bricks being dumped on my forearm and so on... Anyway - all grumbling aside, I have much to be grateful for: I didn't fall on my head - thank goodness for that! I can still take photos one-handed with my iPhone. (Such loving care - Chessie watched over me while I napped.) And then, speaking of loving care - I am grateful for Greg who has willingly acted as my private nurse, chef, and chauffeur. So, honestly - my wrist hopes to never meet black ice again - but thankfully, I am on the mend and feel fortunate in so many ways. I am joining Michelle for Thankful Thursday, and look forward to hearing what you're feeling thankful for!
I love winter - strange, I know. So I am especially thankful for those beautiful winter days where I'm able to go outdoors and take a deep breath - stress melting away. Greg and I often take this walk along the West River in Vermont. The landscape, changing with every season; winter adds its own artistryBack at home, curled up with a warm cup of hibiscus tea and a worn out pooch, it feels like the perfect Saturday. I am joining Michelle for Thankful Thursday (on Saturday-running a bit late) Have a wonderful weekend!
The last day of December, driving home from our week in Vermont - a million things running through my mind as I prepared to return to our weekday routine. I was wondering to myself how the month had passed by so quickly, what 2018 might bring. December always feels like two separate stories, to me. The frenzied, busy time leading up to the holidays - Christmas shopping and preparation, work deadlines, travel plans, family celebrations... And then, the second story - the quiet week after Christmas. While I love the family get-togethers, it is the second story that I anticipate the most. A time for lots of reading (I finished one book), exploring outdoors (not so much), cooking and/or baking (nope), watching movies (does Moana count?) - a time to rest, relax, and reflect (yes, yes, and yes). It was bitter cold in Vermont, and I was content to act like a bear and hibernate. I created new pages for my journal, contemplated new photography projects, and considered goals I should set for myself for 2018. Is there a deadline for that? So - driving back home on that last day of December - unhurried, we followed the back roads. Lost in my own thoughts, I spied the dilapidated barn with broken windows on this harsh winter day. My final photo of 2017 - at a glance, desolate and bleak, but I also see strength, perseverance, grace... Too tired and too much happening, Greg and I didn't celebrate the new year as we normally do. Our year began on a sad note with the illness and passing of my father-in-law. We will miss him, dearly. I look forward to 2018, though - the changes, the challenges, the celebrations that a year normally brings - greeting it with strength, perseverance, grace, and eventually, joy. I am joining Sarah and León for one last Scene and Story - thank you for hosting over the past year!
Long, long ago - (well, back when I was in high school) In a faraway land - (that would be Kansas - it's kind of far from Boston) I made myself a gingham notebook (I'm not sure why I made myself a notebook rather than running to the local dime store - but then, that's not really the point of the story). Anyway - this gingham notebook was my special journal - a chronicle of my teenage days - thoughts, hopes, dramas... I found it stashed away in a trunk in my basement, having made it through several moves. Without opening the journal, memories flooded my mind; I remembered all that it contained - what it meant to me. I knew this journal would be the inspiration for my new blog, "Gingham Notebook" (without the teenage angst and drama) - a place to write and share - photos, stories, rambles. I wish you a very happy new year - and hope you will join me! "Tomorrow is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one." Brad Paisley