Well, a couple of weeks ago, I thought that perhaps I was done artistically. There’s nothing more. That’s it. I should just go make hammocks for the rest of my life. Fortunately for me, I know some very focussed people and one of them came up with an idea to help me focus. Literally!! I borrowed my focussed sister’s Nikon D300 and embarked on random and prolific photo-shooting.
OK, actually, on the first day I went out with this big honkin’ picture-taking thing (I’m used to my unobtrusive old Fuji FinePix E500) and I felt conspicuous and my neck hurt. I took two pictures. But, the NEXT day I took a bunch. Then I shot a whack of them on a whirlwind trip to the Okanagan. And next week I’m going to take a bunch more. Then in a couple of weeks, I’m going to LOOK at them all. There will be something in there that inspires – and throughout the process, I’m also pondering a lot of other stuff, too. It’s all good, right? I think so, anyway.
OK, I peaked at the Okanagan shots. Here’s one:
Did I say whirlwind trip? During a quick stop in Keremeos on the way back to the coast, I tried to leap out of the car to take another picture! Here I am, leaping:
Honestly, don’t put your purse by your feet. I was laughing so hard, I barely noticed all the blood.
Just so you know, I haven’t been utterly without pencil in hand:











