This is a stream-of-consciousness writing exercise from one of the books on writing that I am reading. I really enjoyed it, so I thought I’d share.
Here are one hundred things I love, in no particular order:
- the sound of the ocean
- sun on my face
- sand in my toes
- finding the zone on my yoga mat
- getting lost in a good book
- the rhythmic beat of a hard rain
- the smell of the woods after a good rain
- furry creatures
- the click of a camera shutter, but only when it’s my camera
- an open afternoon
- falling in love
- first kisses
- butterflies in the stomach
- decadent chocolate desserts
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I’ve been blogging now for about 18 months, but I still feel like a newbie. I’m still figuring out what it is I want to write about, to tell you about. Like with everything I do, I want to put my best foot forward and be the best blogger I can be. To help me find my path, I’ve been reading a lot from other blogs, blogs that draw me in to the author’s world. Blogs that are authentic and inspirational. And now I’d like to share these blogs with you.
I’m not going to tell you too much about the blogs; they really speak for themselves anyway, and I want to give you the opportunity to discover them as I did – with no preconceived notions.
- Ink on my fingers – written by Susannah, a writer and photographer in the UK.
- Little Purple Cow Productions – by Stephanie C. Roberts, this is a beautiful photoblog with almost daily tidbits of insight.
- Gypsy Girl’s Guide – Alessandra de Souza writes about writing, photography and living the gypsy lifestyle.
- Swirly Girl – by Christine Mason Miller, a writer and artist.
- Windsweeping – by Holly. She doesn’t update often but I love what she writes when she does.
Do you have a blog that you love to read, that inspires you?
I started this week off with a case of, well, frankly, I don’t know what it was. A virus of some sort, the kind that gives you a nasty headache, vertigo, nausea and exhaustion. It forced me to slow down, and this slowing down let me tap into my creativity a bit more. I ultimately got more done creatively than I’ve been getting done on a weekly basis, in part because I couldn’t run around doing errands and in part because thinking hurt, so over thinking was out of the question. I’ve always heard that getting sick is the body’s way of telling me I’m doing too much. I apparently need that reminder a lot.
Yesterday I took a walk on the street that I live on, but I walked on the other side. That little action of crossing the street provided me with a whole new world to photograph. All it took was a small change of perspective for me to see the world in a whole new way. I found a beautiful flowering tree, a little stand of dandelions and a really quaint alley that I probably shouldn’t have been in (I think it was private property, oops!). These were all things I’d walked past many times before but never bothered to pay attention to. All I had to do was to slow down and open my eyes to a new perspective.
Last week Thursday and Friday were beautiful days here, sunny and in the 80s. On Friday I headed down to Lake Calhoun with my camera and watched the tall grass near the water blowing in the soft breeze, the buoys bobbing up and down gently in the water and the little children playing on the swings near the beach. But it was this dandelion that I passed on my way back from the lake that I found the most inspiring. It had planted itself in the tiny amount of dirt between the sidewalk and the retaining wall of the adjacent house and had succeeded in sending up not one but two flowers so early in the season, even though we’re really low on rain this spring. We call them weeds, and we look down on them, working to root them out of our yards, frowning on their ability to disrupt our plans for perfect lawns and sidewalks. But I have to admire their tenacity and persistence. They persevere in the harshest conditions and are never afraid of disrupting the status quo. Their little yellow faces shine right back into the face of adversity. Yes, this is exactly the kind of inspiration I need right now.
Note: This is a cropped version of the photo I took that day. You can see the full photo on Flickr.
The more I learn about lighting theory, the more I notice lighting and it’s influence on what I see. I notice the color of the natural light, and how it changes throughout the day. I notice how light elucidates texture when the sun is low on the horizon, and often hides it when the sun is high in the sky. And I notice how lighting can play with emotions, not just in photography but also in my life – the way that the sun popping out from behind a cloud can illuminate a room and life my spirits at the same time.
Every day I’m learning a little bit more, and seeing a little bit more. The door to the world is open, and every day the world is new again. It’s up to us to see it as new, and to explore.