It’s been a long, cold winter. The world’s been iced over and slippery. Mostly gray. Dark. For a woman who craves warmth and loves the light, this winter mood of mine sometimes feels bleak.
Seasons change, of course, and despite more snow in the forecast, I know winter’s waning and spring’s just ahead.
But it’s hard to get better at something when I dabble at it more than do it, and I’ve spent most of the winter without a camera in hand. Like everyone who tries to balance passion with responsibility, I’ve been riding the time and opportunity merry-go-round. There’s either one or the other, but never both. I’ve been a little wistful and wishful hoping at each day’s go round for a minute or more in the light with a lense to my eye.
Yesterday, my husband tucked three bunches of tulips among the bags of groceries he hauled home.
Today was the day.
I played happily for hours, tilting the blooms and tucking the long leaves just so. I fiddled with the camera settings and changed lenses … over and over and over. Never quite satisfied – or still hungry, not sure which – I took over 300 photographs in the changing light by the dining room window.
Off and on: about four hours of creative self-satisfaction.
I don’t mind tossing all but about ten of those three hundred because whatever the outcome, it was process I was after more than product.
And the light.
This post dedicated to my friend, Jaclyn … on her favorite day of the year!