I often feel serendipitous while I’m out taking photos. I went on a day trip to Victoria with a friend on Monday to see a nature photography exhibit at the Royal BC museum and it seems like it is a fitting word for what often happens in the spur of a moment – being in the right place at the right time.
Am super excited cherry blossoms are almost out!! Anyone looking to have portraits done by fresh spring blossoms? 🙂 Send me a msg. at firstname.lastname@example.org for more information/booking…
Went to White Rock beach today – one of my favorite places to go!! 🙂 Brought my Yashica today – will be dropping off the film this week, but took some extra photos with my phone for this weeks post. Knee deep in editing right now but much more coming soon!!
Catharsis is the word to describe this week. Have seemed to hit a sweet spot this week with my writing and felt ALIVE after the creative writing class I am taking. 🙂 Am feeling a bit brave tonight and will post a bit of what I wrote.
Letting go is much like the journey to the beach, down this long path through fields of high grass, listening to the long, lonely cries of seagulls high above. Their haunting shrieks are at once loud, the next echoing and far off, muffled by the dunes of sand. The long grass is interrupted only by the sand, and lonely fences, their paint chipped and weatherbeaten. Here I can let go, feel the freedom that has been lacking for so long. Taking out my braid I feel my hair cascading down my back, picked up by the wind coming in off the ocean. Smelling the salt air, the touch of light mist on my skin is like finding freedom at last. Feeling my skirt whip in the wind, I am suddenly running, running, all my cares thrown to the wind, these molecules of salt air beading through my hair.
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Have decided along with the new year to start a new project. It will be a 52 weeks project – each week I will think of one word and/or one thing that is inspiring me that week and capture it in a photograph. This week I captured one of each – my word this week is mystical and the thing is the fog that crept in New Years Morning. I have always found fog somewhat mystical, enchanting, magical..also makes me somehow think of the Hobbit and Narnia, two of my favorite series to read growing up.
1/52 – Mystical
(An extra for you this week as well – a gallery with more photos from this walk) 🙂