Hello there, patient readers, clients and friends!
I know its been awhile. There’s a lot to share picture-wise, I’ve been an awfully busy girl. The delay, then? I’ve been spending my time under the hood, rebuilding the engine so that the instruments of my one-woman-band are equipped to play to the beat of my own drum. Too much rhetoric in that last sentence? Why yes! But alas I am anxious to leave the nuts and bolts of better picture making behind so that I can get back to the blissfully messy work of creating.
Truthfully I’ve been thinking about much more than just software and a new blog format, dreaming up ideas that are harder to sort out and implement than a new workflow. I know that much of it will grow organically, steady as I go.
(Stay with me here, as this is a pretty big gear shift. And I am sorry about all the car metaphors.)
So Sam and I watched the latest episode of Game of Thrones last night. During that final scene I realized that I had been holding my breathe when I attempted to talk to the television (with the intention of saying, “You better keep rowing!) and found that I didn’t have enough air. The credits started to roll and Sam and I just looked at each other.
“That was so. Fucking. Crazy.” And I said it pretty much like that.
So we launched into a discussion of what we had just watched and I said that it wasn’t the scene itself or the CGI that made it so crazy. The crazy part is that 96% of what had happened over 5 seasons, the politics of the Realm that is, doesn’t actually matter. At all. And whats even crazier is that we’ve known that to be true from Episode 1 and even so, we allowed ourselves to get swept away.
Maybe the whole show is a metaphor for life. There’s something coming and we know it from Day 1 but living for survival isn’t really living so we toss it to the side. We grow older and it gets pushed from the side to the back. The more complex life gets the further back it goes.
Its been raining for days and on the drive to school this morning my son asked, “How can you even drive with those things moving like that right in front of your eyes?” I wasn’t sure what he was talking about at first because he didn’t have the words “windshield wipers” in his vocabulary. But it was a timely observation because I feel as though we see what truly matters in our lives in much the same way as we drive through rain, looking right through the perpetual motion of it so that we can move forward.
What I like about photography is that it stops the motion. It freezes time and lets us hold it somewhere, makes us believe we can organize it somehow, reminds us that we are in control. If we don’t like what we see we can change it. But if we love what we see it lets us love it more.
What I’m hoping is to harness some of that motion stopping power. Life isn’t perfect. People aren’t perfect and our decisions aren’t always perfect. In our minds, our bodies and chins and clothes aren’t perfect. But love is. Love is the one perfect thing we are all capable of having and knowing and doing. Loving what matters is all that matters. And that’s my job as I want to see it. To show you what it looks like. Your job is to get in front of the camera. Which is hard to do in the face of so much imperfection.
Every relationship and family has a story. My hope is that these stories aren’t quite as…er…epic… as Game of Thrones. Our ordinary world is anything but dull to me. So while I’m figuring our how to edit in Lightroom and develop your stories on a new blog, here are few recent photos that are making me rethink magic. Dragon glass and Valerian steel not included.