I had my first breakthrough the other day, not from the artistic anxiety and paralysis I currently find myself in, but through the ice into knee-deep, freezing water. I only walk on creek ice where I know such occurrences will not end in catastrophe to either my camera gear or myself so I made it through with only a wet pant leg and boot.
The experience got me thinking though, about my frozen feelings of discomfiture. This past year has brought into focus old habits of trying to mold myself into second-hand visions. I've since put away the ice picks and am sitting with the uneasiness and slow drip of melting for a bit. I rearranged my work space, began a reading frenzy on abstract photography, writing and photography, and contemplative photography, as well as taking daily forays into the back country.
My grandchildren and their parents, usually without their personal knowledge, often provide new ways of seeing that I'm unable to get to myself. As I turned from the sink with a drink of water, my shadow, posed with a paper plate snowman taped to the front door, caught the whole of what I've been working to open.
Always enjoy reading your blogs. Love your outlook, you're an inspiration
You write so well and you are so able to express your inner workings. Thank you.
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