Life has been so crazy, I needed a quiet place in my mind. A friend and I decided to spend an afternoon wandering through the cypress swamp.Birds scrambled , peeked through thickets and called to each other . We moved as quietly as we could, trying not to startle hidden neighbors. A beaver glided by like a parade float. My friend reminded me to take a deep breath. While that shouldn’t have been necessary, I really needed to heed her words. As I drank in the afternoon light, the shadows performed a pantomime. At one point, my eye was caught by a layer of purple floating on the water. The remains of an old tree stood erect in contrast and held my sight. I pointed my camera and shot from a number of views. At home ,when I sat at my computer, I kept returning to that photo. The log seems to glow, it maintains my focus. I can sit and stare, breathe and feel transported. This gift of serenity is one more precious than I could have imagined and expected. A talisman of peace to call on whenever I need to, a lifeline from nature.
When the days become weeks without my noticing, it’s time to slow down.When I’m so busy doing rather than being, its time to take a breath.Imagining a silent hill top where I can stand tall, stretch my arms to the sky and listen to the whispers in the wind will settle me.Rather than wandering to find my place, I created my own from a black and white photo and a scan of a citrasolved magazine page. This will do until the real one magically appears.
I am a fighter. Sometimes that’s a strength. Speaking your mind and standing up for things you are passionate about, those are worth doing. Sometimes I forget there are small things – those you need to let go by. This photograph is a daily reminder for me that there comes a time to bend with the wind – whether that means letting someone else lead, saving your resources for other battles or just realizing that bending is much better than breaking.
Quiet places for reflection become more difficult to find. This riverbank was bathed in early morning light that silhouetted the trees. A cold morning,(even here in Memphis), mist rose from the water.Several stray geese and me. Perfect! To make the moment portable I used my camera . I could carry that quiet morning and breathe.
The background was just that, the back of a canvas that paint had seeped through to create a new pattern. Scanning the back and overlaying it with morning gave the photo texture and dimension. The process is simple and now I could touch that morning.
The more I played with the curtains and slice of view, the more they morphed into a drawing.There is a story here of calm anticipation, knowing that a surprise awaits and welcoming it into the heart.
Off an island in Boston Harbor waits a quiet beach and a place to breathe.You can hear the gulls and pulse of the waves lap the shore.