Ok, so this *might* sound a bit pretentious, especially the post title so bear with me. This past year my blogs gone from being posts of me ranting on to photo heaviness. Initially I thought I was ‘losing my edge’ but now I see it’s deeper than that, it’s been the journey to reaching a point of calm.
This contentment has come as a surprise to me and honestly I think getting out there and taking photos, especially of nature, plants, flowers and the like are a key part of it. It’s made me appreciate the small things, the frosty leaf on a cold morning that I find so beautiful I know others might not have time to appreciate, they pass it by.
Anyway, I’ve finally found what photography means to me. It’s like these photos on foggy March morning, hours before glorious sunshine filtered down from blue sky above, it’s about capturing a moment in time, a moment that makes me feel something and trying to share that with you.
In these photos I’m on my local beach. I’ve just dropped Kit and Ozzy off at school. We’ve walked past a field where horses wearing tartan coats stand beneath imposing pylons on the fog and I knew, just knew that I more than anything else, right at that moment I wanted to drive home, grab my camera and head down to the sea front. And so I did.
Calm, quiet, almost ethereal, I was the only person on the beach, passing past locked beach huts, observing cobwebs hung with dew that sparkled like diamonds. That moment was beautiful and I wanted to share that.
Alas I fear it’s like photos of the moon or of forests. An almost spiritual moment that you find yourself in, one you want the world to share with you, but no mere photo can capture.
Yet that’s what you aim for, to grab a visual snippet of the mood, the moment, to bring others to your happy place.
Of course sometimes you are just taking a photo for a review, or to join in with a linky someone you like is hosting. But when your heart is in it you know. and I’m pretty sure your readers do too.
One of the recurring pieces of information I heard from seasoned bloggers when started out was ‘be true to yourself’ and to ‘find your voice’ And now I think I ‘get’ it. and as I walked along the beach to the nature reserve, wild geese flew overhead. I looked out to sea to see birds swimming in the fog. All deathly silent, all still.
I know it sounds really arty farty but walking along this beach in the fog made me so glad. For the life I live, the fact hat I have time that I can spend just walking about in the fog clenching the camera and for the people I’ve come to know through blogging. People like the bloggers who have joined in with the Team Honk Relay. Selfless people that have given up their time, their hard earned money, involved their families, approached local communities. These people make me want to be a better person.