Friday, August 12, 2011
poetry is surrender.
It's been a long time since I took pictures for pleasure, as opposed to trying to snag memories as we run past them. It's funny how that actually becomes two different things. And I think this is largely in part of that I would stress myself out to even bring my camera along anymore, because I knew I wouldn't have time between all the 'busy-life things' I was doing to stop and edit them so they look to anyone else how I remembered them.
I love that about digital photography. No memory is clear as day. As clear as it was in real time. They're all augmented by the loose fibers of your imagination, filling in all the gaps with new color, new imagery. So why shouldn't a photo be any different? Digital photography allows you to take those images and play with them so that maybe they more represent what you remember... which is usually a feeling or a color... then how it actually looked. An attempt to make it more signifigant to someone outside of the experiencer. I sat down and snuggled up into photoshop for a nice, long, editing session.
This is one of my favorites.
We have a little pond towards the front of our property. It's full of dozens of frogs, it's perfect for jogging around in the early morning, and has the perfect, tiny little dock to sit on and just look out on the glassy water. You can just see the crest of the surrounding mountains through the trees.
So blessed to have such a serene place to quiet my mind. <3
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