I’ve been out with my camera several times this Spring. Mostly on rainy days…mostly in the little pockets of time that I set aside in the morning for art. What I haven’t done is process many of the photos. I’ve also started a new journal, but have yet to share pages. {Oh, hello Follow-through you’re not my favorite guy in the world. But I do like you once we sit down and chat.}
Between having three of the Brilliants in a play {and working on the set of said play} AND taking an emergency trip to TX when my mother fell and broke her kneecap, finishing/sharing art just hasn’t been at the top of the list the past couple of weeks. As a matter of fact, I’ve been congratulating myself on even picking up a camera and a paint brush. Often, the artistic experience is simply about continued motion; it’s about finding the place where you hold onto artistic endeavors in spite of how busy life can be. Of course, movement is only one part of the formula. Eventually there has to be process time. Time to make sense of the bits and pieces. But for today, I’m giving myself credit for sketches scribbled on the plane & unprocessed photos.
Actually, it all seems to line up – the new birth of Spring and the bustle of activity around the house. Like we’re waking up from winter’s hibernation. Still stretching, not quite at full-speed, but moving nonetheless.
Here are a couple more Spring shots – daffodils & a maple tree in the rain.
By the way, the front garden is currently full of verbena, yarrow & iris blooming and about to bloom. Plus, the weather has been perfect, so I’ve resumed walking the garden in the mornings. {Photos of dogwoods, cherry blossoms & Texas wildflowers to come soon…}
~b
a couple of shots of maple blossoms in the morning sun
and one that looks like Spring giving Winter the middle finger
a rainy morning in the garden
and a favorite sunshine photo
