So, here we are at (almost) the end of the first month of the year. Truly, time does seem to go by faster as I age.
Since I retired many years ago, January has always been a month of unsettled feelings for me. I usually do some "purging", clearing out and organizing....maybe a way to calm my mind some.
Because in January, my mind fills with possibilities. Maybe my subconscious is trying to me something, I don't know. But my mind gets so filled with things I want to do that I find it difficult to sleep at night.
During the month, I dreamed obsessively about vegetable gardening, building a deeper pond so I can over winter our fish without transferring them into our garage, painting, writing, hand stitching, and reading and researching all of the above. Perhaps I'll blog more about those things in the coming days.
But let's start with the first day of January. The last day of December, and the first day of January were not good ones for me for reasons that I won't go into here. I was struggling emotionally and needed to clear my head. On New Year's Day, I bundled up (it was a very cold and cloudy day) and picked up my camera and went into our postage stamp backyard.
Closing my eyes, I focused on breathing. Breath in deep, exhale slowly. In, out. Repeat.
Eventually my mind calmed a bit and I became aware of the sound. Really, the lack of sound. We live in town on a busy street but there was no traffic. A few birds sang in the forest behind us, but otherwise it was quiet.
I opened my eyes and looked. It was still cold and cloudy but I just stood and looked around. The clouds were moving quickly and for a brief moment there was a break in the clouds and the sun shone through.
I raised my camera and pressed the shutter three times. A few days later, I worked with the images. A few days after that I wrote the verse.
Thursday, January 17, 2019
a gift for us
I photographed some maple buds without seeing a little ant in the picture until I looked at the image on my computer.
Then the story in my mind became about the ant and his journey.
The final image is quite a departure from the original photo with a very painterly feel, telling a story about my own journey with photography.
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
A simple image of spring blossoms and colour, coming alive after a time of dormancy.
Winter, February and March in particular, are difficult months for me. This past winter was especially difficult for many reasons.
A walk in early spring had me noticing the buds on the trees.
I took a quick image with my phone and then worked with it to try to create a painterly image filled with hope.
Tuesday, January 15, 2019
my world filled
and love for
the simple things
Sometimes I go through periods where I find it difficult find inspiration. I am fairly certain this happens to many, if not all, creative people.
Early in the year was one of those times for me. I started looking at work online by various painters. One painting caught me eye because it was simply just a few brush strokes. I'm sure a lot of work went into it, and I was intrigued by how much I was attracted to that image with just a few lines.
That day I picked a few wildflowers when I was out dog walking. The next morning I noticed the light coming through the blinds while I was pouring my cereal.
Breakfast plans stopped and I gathered my camera and three wildflowers to set up a very simple image.
I had no intention of copying the painting I saw online, but am happy that I used it as inspiration to create my own version of "Simplicity".
Simplicity is from a series I created in 2018 called Differentiation. To view the complete series of images and verse, click on this link and then click "Preview".
Sunday, January 13, 2019
Every day I walk the same route along the LaHave River. Sometimes I have one dog with me, sometimes I have two.
They have learned to wait patiently if something catches my eye that I have to record with a camera.
When walking my dogs, I satisfy myself with my phone or a point and shoot.
This Scarlet Tanager definitely caught my eye. His scarlet red stood out like a beacon on the monochrome day. It was my first ever sighting of one so I had to stop and take a picture.
And the dogs waited patiently.
Messenger is from a series I created in 2018 called Differentiation. To view the complete series of images and verse, click on this link and then click "Preview".
Saturday, January 12, 2019
|Rainy Day Blues|
my time will come
when skies will clear
poised to take flight
I have already revealed that I'm not a fan of abstracts. I used to prefer my images to be sharp and distinctly clear.
I find that I now enjoy images that make me stop and take time to look and appreciate. What is the image all about?
Maybe it's just a poor focusing job. Maybe it's intentional.
The longer I live, the more I realize that life is not a clearly laid out path. Sometimes things remain a mystery, and maybe that's a good thing.
Rainy Day Blues is from a series I created in 2018 called Differentiation. To view the complete series of images and verse, click on this link and then click "Preview".
Friday, January 11, 2019
|Something To Crow About|
but is seldom
Crow watching can become addictive and the wonders never cease. I watched these three crows for several minutes late one afternoon and this is the first image from a series of photographs I took.
The images tell a story of a jubilant crow with a berry. Silhouetted in the sky and lifting his head in triumph, he tossed the berry up and down repeatedly, only to lose his grip and helplessly watched the berry as it fell.
Timing is everything, and the crow below snatched the berry from mid air.
Perhaps a lesson for us to be poised to take advantage of our opportunities as they arise.
Something To Crow About is from a series I created in 2018 called Differentiation. To view the complete series of images and verse, click on this link and then click "Preview".
Thursday, January 10, 2019
Moving into town has meant a change in my bird watching. Gone are the grosbeaks, snow buntings, and red tailed hawks of our country property. We have a few songbirds but the overwhelming bird population consists of crows.
When we first moved to town, I despaired of the lack of variety. But time has allowed me to appreciate the crows and all their antics.
This particular crow landed on a branch that immediately bent under his weight.
Wouldn't it be nice to be as adaptable as this crow when our world is turned upside down?
Discombobulated is from a series I created in 2018 called Differentiation. To view the complete series of images and verse, click on this link and then click "Preview".
Wednesday, January 9, 2019
every step we take
every path we walk
every choice we make
There are times when ideas are scattered and nothing seems to flow.
But then there are times when everything comes together and is just right.
What seemed to be random converges, and things become what they were meant to be.
Convergence is from a series I created in 2018 called Differentiation. To view the complete series of images and verse, click on this link and then click "Preview".
Tuesday, January 8, 2019
of my wings
One of my favourite pass times is taking a drive with my husband and dogs, traveling with my camera to see what we can find. Often my husband questions what I want to stop and take photographs of.
On this day we were traveling along the Bay of Fundy. The sky was overcast and the light was terrible. But my heart sang when I spotted telephone wires filled with starlings.
I took several photographs, some long shots showing the wires filled with hundreds of birds, and some close ups with just a few birds.
In this image, I like the fact that only one bird shows signs of movement.
I did capture some lovely photos of fishing sheds and abandoned buildings but this was one of my favourites from the day,.
Deviation is from a series I created in 2018 called Differentiation. To view the complete series of images and verse, click on this link and then click "Preview".
Monday, January 7, 2019
the horizon is filled
if our receiving lines
We moved into town after living in the country for many years and I wondered about how my photographic opportunities would change.
But I learned that there are moments to capture wherever you are if you open your mind to possibilities.
Early one January morning, I was standing at my kitchen window drinking a much needed coffee.
The sky was an amazing combination of alternating lines of blues and pinks, which echoed the power lines that ran down the street.
So many opportunities, so many paths we could choose to follow. Who knows what the future will bring?
Receiving Lines is from a series I created in 2018 called Differentiation. To view the complete series of images and verse, click on this link and then click "Preview".