Couldn’t sleep. Made it more fun lol
Couldn’t sleep. Made it more fun lol
There was a moment last week that I happened to look out a window at work and saw something worth going all the way back to my car to get my camera for.
It isn’t even anything. It’s chemical trails, a outdoor patio and an unintentionally cool reflective effect from the window but it still captured me for a moment in time.
It’s so remarkable to me that every living thing on this earth seems to burst forth from nothing. One moment there is a skeleton of dead twigs and the next, something beautiful and alive is where nothing once was.
It comes from nowhere and everywhere at once.
Spring brings the land around me back to life; it brings my heart back to life.
A flower from my beautiful boy. He doesn’t see a weed, he sees a flower….and so do I.
If you happen to find a moment today, please stop and see what’s around you. Life is beautiful every time of year as long as you take the time to notice it.
There is a really special time of year around here where the weather begins to cool and the trees are cued to start to turn and prepare for their winter sleep. We always have a few weeks of a second summer – it gets cold and then we hit a week of gorgeous summer weather. This halts the leaves and it’s like they wait for that time to pass so they can explode into rich, glowing reds, oranges, yellows at every depth and brightness.
It’s the moment before everything begins to hunker down for the winter. I love it more than any other time of year.
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.
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*)
The winter season is when I tend to stay indoors more often so my camera doesn’t get to go on as many outings as it does in warmer weather. This day, I was just going grocery shopping but decided to take my camera along.
I’ll find myself thinking that winter is ‘bland’ through the lens, unless you’re shooting something specific, because it’s either dead, brown twigs that used to be lush green trees, mucky slop on the roads mixed with sand and salt from the plows or pure, blinding snow.
Bland or otherwise, I went out with my camera and without even trying I pulled over at various spots along my drive and captured the things that caught my eye.
There is something complex and lovely about the way that winter looks, even though the colours are not as vibrant and everything is half hidden by snow.
It was then I realized that winter was just as lovely as summer. I had been missing so many chances to capture beautiful scenes around me that would only ever exist once.
So here’s to blindingly white snow, half-dead looking twigs and stems and the biting cold wind that ices and frosts everything in its path.