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I took the above photo last weekend.
It’s, currently, one of my “all time” favorites.
And yes, I do change favorite photos on a whim.
I love the clouds reflecting on the wet sand.
It was such a gorgeous sight to experience in person.
I hope I caught a little of the magic with my lens.
I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting of my own lately.
This journey I’ve been on since the car accident is surreal.
There’s been heartwrenching BAD,
And impossible to believe GOOD.
A lot of it has been played out publicly on these pages.
My emotions have often been “out there” for everyone to see via my writing and my photography.
I knew nothing about blogging when I first wrote here.
I never thought (for even a moment) anyone would read my words or ever know who I “really” am.
My naivete is laughable now.
When I began blogging, my arm was too damaged to hold a camera and there were no decent photos (of my own) to share.
Oh, how my heart ached from missing photography.
Surprise, surprise …
People have read (and continue to read) what I write.
Shocking as it is, I can now hold a camera (for limited amounts of time and in an “incorrect” way) to take photos.
I share a lot of my emotions through my lens.
The more public my life has become, the more private I’ve felt my words need to be.
It’s very disconcerting to walk through a department store and have a sales person say,
“You’re that photographer lady, aren’t you?”
A day later, someone I’ve never met felt strongly enough to write an email just to tell me my art is crap.
And that same day, one of my long-time photography idols sent me a (thrilling!) note from the other side of the world to praise my work.
It’s also repeatedly clear the majority of my friends and family “don’t get it.”
(Take your pick – the blogging and/or the photography.)
It can be discombobulating.
(By the way, discombobulating is one of the greatest words ever invented.)
There are some things I do know, though.
I have to be true to who I am, regardless of who approves or disapproves.
Sure, I “feel” approval and/or disapproval.
I think everyone does.
It can be very deflating to get negativity thrown at you.
It doesn’t change who I am though.
I know, with more certainty than I’ve ever known,
I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing with my life.
It’s almost as if my soul is flowing right through my lens.
I can’t stop.
I don’t want to stop.
Whether people like it, or not.