My favorite reflections are water based even as I fully realize below the surface, life isn’t calm and still. Maybe it’s time to dive under and look back up, see the reflection from a different angle. Would a water’s eye view make me reconsider the beauty already around me?
There are moments these days when I have no idea what’s up or down. Is it the branch heading toward submersion? Or is it the tree growing unfettered against a cloud-speckled sky?
Spent but not yet done
Colors cling despite the fall
Giving as they fade.
Expose: to subject (a sensitive photographic film, plate, or paper) to radiant energy. A little drunk on sunshine after days of moody gray skies, I decided to open the exposure on the camera and go a little out of focus.
I headed out, mindlessly choosing the simplest direction: south on the alley. I noticed a chalk circle at the end of our part of the alley. Paused, wondered, went on. Then saw this arrow and figured I was heading in the right direction.
I usually look up on a walk but for some reason this day I looked down. And there on the sidewalk was a menu for this age. Comfort in every suggestion.
A wander through town as the gift of light and blue sky release everything held closely during days of gloom and rain. Shoulders, tight after weeks of the insistent demand to get out of the weather fast, unfurl cautiously. Details, always present, shine through light and shadow.
Painting from nature is not copying the object; it is realizing one’s sensations.
Or in this case, photographing nature.
From a morning walk back in town. the perfect reflection of my self-assessment of the week past. For every vivid moment of clarity, opening to the universe and my part in the whole, I see messy piles of half-formed blooms, spent leaves and a little bit of human-generated debris. All surrounded by still water.
I planned to crop the photo and just show the perfect blossoms. The far more honest choice is to share the whole.
This weekend, the task is to clear out the dead weight that no longer serves, to strip down the piles and aerate that water. Get the current flowing one more time.
I wonder if I told the full truth yesterday when I wrote about not revisiting my photos. Part of the equation is not dwelling on the past, that’s definite. But maybe I also don’t look because it would mean I have to decide what to do with over 11,000 images in my Google Photos folder. OK, OK. It’s 12K but some are also designs I made for social media accounts I maintain for work.
I share 1 out of every 20-30 photos I take on social media — with a personal limit of 3 in 24 hours. (That happens about once a year.) Honestly, I could share 10 a day and not even make a dent in the stock. Some are good, some are getting better.
Perhaps I’m overwhelmed: with that many photos how do I truly examine each one? Even with the nifty sorting and facial recognition at my disposal? Great. Now there’s one more thing to sort and conquer along with the tote bags and boxes.
The last three years, I made photo calendars as Christmas gifts. Every single recipient loved them. Some started noting on Instagram which photo they wanted to see in the next calendar. I’ve considered mailing people and asking which category of calendar they’d like: landscape, seascape, downtown Frederick, flowers. But then I tuck the idea away in a trusty tote bag and put it in the closet.
The universe may have other ideas. In the last 24 hours one pal asked what I’d charge if she bought a calendar to give as her own gift. Another pal said Frederick post cards are nowhere to be found, my photos would fill that void.
More ideas. This time, I wrote them down and kept the paper out in the open to hold myself accountable.
Maybe it’s time to acknowledge the discomfort of putting myself forward, mock up some calendars and post cards. Approach some local shops. Figure out a place to sell things on line. Step back and see what else I’m supposed to do.
Then get out of my own way and do it.
The waves bar entry
Storm clouds line the horizon
Vacation on hold
One photo, three lines.