I had a hard time picking my shot for today (which has been a rare occurrence lately, as I usually don’t get more than one picture I think is usable per day, if at all). On our way to have coffee this morning I saw this beautiful frozen field and two horses grazing. I took a few photos of the horses and then while I was photographing these little frozen berries, a gust of wind kicked up some of the ice for just a second. It looks like it was snowing, but it wasn’t. It was pure luck being in the right place at the right time and ready to take the picture. I love how wintery it feels.
(Processed with Lagoon from Rebecca Lily Pro Set IV.)
We went shopping in Portland today for Christmas. I love this time of year, everything is so festive and joyful and all of the stores are full of seasonal things that I love to look at. On our drive home it was dark and there were lots of Christmas lights on the houses, candles in the windows and garlands above the doors. Everything says “welcome home”. That is about the closest I can describe the feeling I have.
Around Christmas I always get very sentimental about the holiday traditions growing up, when we went to my grandparents’ house in New Orleans and they brought out the same decorations every year from the time I was a baby. I took pictures the last year I was there for Christmas (2009) and I am so happy I did that. I have a picture of my grandmother setting the big dining room table for Christmas dinner. She has died since then and the house I knew as my “Christmas house” for most of my life now belongs to someone else. It’s a cherished reminder to savor what is present and preserve it to memory. And I don’t mean that necessarily needs to be making photographs – it’s about being present in the experience, recognizing that nothing lasts forever.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
– Emily Brontë
Happy birthday, Johnny Patience. The world is a better and more beautiful place with you in it.
Today I am feeling so grateful for my husband Johnny.
I had a difficult last few weeks and he was an anchor for me – never judgmental or offering a quick fix, just there to listen, and comfort, and support.
Not many people in the world find the balance between being strong for someone they love and being compassionate at the same time. Johnny is both. He is in my life for 7 years and after all this time, I only discover that my love for him grows stronger.
Today we had snow again. I sat in my living room and watched it fall lazily over our backyard. It felt like being inside of a snow globe.
A little piece of my heart always belonged to Maine, I think.
I wish I had something profound to write about for this last month of my project. Or at least, great pictures that speak volumes about how much this project has benefitted my life and my photography.
But I don’t. For now, I am showing up day by day, and that is the best I can do.
We had our second snowfall today, and this time it accumulated on the ground and on the fence posts and tree branches before melting away about an hour later. A little taste of the winter wonderland that is to come.
I had such a good breakfast today. Rosemary bread from the bakery, toasted and topped with an olive oil/butter spread, half an avocado, smoked salmon, an egg and freshly ground salt and pepper.
I finished a historical novel about Lady Jane Grey, who was Queen of England for only 9 days as a 16 year old. Tudor England fascinates me ever since I was a girl and found out that I’m related on my mother’s side to Anne Boleyn. What a terrible, tumultuous time in history.
Johnny and I went on a walk in the woods just before sundown. This picture demonstrates what I love about the Leica M9. In the right light, you leave the files untouched and they are perfect.
If you could see your whole life laid out in front of you, would you change things?
We saw a movie tonight called The Arrival. It was a beautiful story, certainly not the typical science fiction alien-invasion film. The movie explored concepts of language, free will and our perception of time. It has me thinking a lot.
I can’t believe that the December days are ticking down to the end of the year now. It’s really hard for me to believe how fast the time has gone.
When I upload my picture for the day I see a media library full of hundreds of thumbnails – the days of my life, like a mosaic before my eyes. I see patterns and themes and moods that emerge. My friend Donna likened this collection of images to a quilt. I think this is a wonderful picture, because some of the days are stitched together tightly, others are a little unravelled, but they’re all held together by certain common threads.
Annie Dillard said in her book The Writing Life:
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing.
It’s a simple thought, but very interesting to ponder.