Earlier this winter, I decided to sell an extra camera body, 4 lenses, and several other accessories. Since I had first gotten into photography, I had a huge wish list, and the mentality that I needed more and more to be a good photographer. Obviously my equipment is important, but something had shifted in me as I began to focus on my creativity and expression rather than what gear I had. I realized, a good photographer or artist really only needs the basic tools to create magic. How could I use what I already had to create an image in mind? This has put me up in trees and in all sorts of strange places to get a certain shot. Some of my most like photos were created this way.
I hope you all had a beautiful weekend! I didn't do much of anything. Well, I relaxed, went to the beach, took my son for pizza (and enjoyed a glass of wine while he ate), and went on a drive/adventure with Ed which lead us to some sketchy and questionable places. I took Ellie, the Bug, out for a spin down 30A (the main beach road here) Sunday afternoon, and went to bed early.
Great weekend? Yes? Aligned with things I love? Yes. Did I get much of anything done? Nope.
There were times where I would have looked at a weekend like the as a waste...
I'm going to start this with the following disclaimer: I'm not really sure where I'm going with this post, but feel a strong pull to write and share some truth. Last year I wrote a blog post about financial stress, and received a lot of emails from concerned loved ones (and strangers!) that Ed and I were going under (we weren't). After that, I haven't really gotten super personal because of the fear that people will take what I have to say the wrong way. As a society we are so closed off and guarded to admit our struggles. Most of us have financial stress all of the time, but are embarrassed to admit it for fear of being judged or looking like a failure. Why are we so scared to share?
Happy 2018, friends!
My husband, Bodie, the two dogs, and myself headed up to the Adirondacks to celebrate the holidays. The drive was LONG. Like 24 hours not counting stops. Most of the drive went very well, and we had time to talk about life, passions, projects, and random silliness.
When we got up to New York, it got very very cold.