It’s supposed to be winter now but the weather is that weird in-between warm/cold and nothing is frozen. It’s wet, muddy, chilly, damp and blah out there. It’s hard to find nice things to take photos of when the entire world feels like it’s comprised of dead fields, bare trees, and mud. Monochrome helps.
A favourite of mine. It always makes me feel so peaceful, getting to witness nature work her magic turning summer into fall.
I came upon some photos I took last fall. I don’t remember the colours being so vibrant but wow, I’m glad I didn’t delete this folder without flipping through the files first. 🙂
…and then there’s the lake……
These all bring on a feeling of silence and peace; just the wind in the trees and the soft lapping water as the gentle tide pulls the waterline back from the land.
Here, I could stay forever. Aren’t photos incredible? The moment of the memory captured with the image. Pure magic.
A little digital magic makes the scene dance with light. Fun ways to spend a few minutes making something no one has ever seen.
I wish I could project my words this way, visual to anyone who wanted to see. Photos are another form of words I suppose. There is something wonderful about everyone being able to interpret what the see without my own thoughts and emotions clouding or guiding their own.
The sun was entirely against me on this one but I loved the shadowed effect that made the depth of field look almost 3D.
So beautiful – even if not perfect. That’s a good lesson to carry with you, always.
I constantly wonder why I am so drawn to things like this building. I will be sitting in the passenger seat of the truck, out on a weekend with the family, and I’ll see something like this building in the distance and my entire being calls me to stop, capture, analyze.
Sometimes I think it’s because I see beauty where others may not and I’m full of myself enough to think I can show what I see. Sometimes I rationalize that the state of the place makes me think they’ll tear it down sometime soon and that lack of permanence makes me want to capture it before it’s gone.
Things being there and then suddenly being gone; particularly when I least expect it, has always been a *thing* for me. People, family, places, memories; it messes with me to realize that nothing is forever and nothing is ever guaranteed.
If I could wrangle a promise out of the universe that things would just stay the same for a day, I would be willing to sacrifice quite a bit. Finding that balance in life is hard for me and for many others, I realize, so maybe I’m just making sure that these things; places; buildings that were once loved and called home to someone, are never totally relegated to the pile of dust and then empty space they will eventually become.
Like a memorial stone in a graveyard, my photos can keep something alive, in a way, that might vanish from the world at any moment. Once a few years pass and people move on, no one will even remember that this house once existed.
(It just dawned on me why I take photos of myself and save them, although I rarely share them with anyone. *chills*)
This one is another of my backyard visitors and I don’t think he likes me very much lol. What do you think?