My last post was all about comparison. And I knew it wasn’t exactly right. But I had to write about what really was happening because it was the truth and sometimes the truth isn’t very attractive.
I decided that I have not given up the idea that was previously taken because I know I had this in mind long before I saw it visually played out and besides if you ask 10 of us to take a picture of the same flower, chances are you would have 10 different images of the same flower. We all see things differently, just like we are all made unique from one another. This had me thinking a little bit deeper though. Why not look to my own work for inspiration. See what inspires me? What in the past has caught my attention? I visited my old flickr page and since I had not re-newed to “pro” status I didn’t have access to the entire library however I saw enough to remember what speaks to me.
Ordinary, extraordinary things.
Things I find in the comfort of my very own home.
every day stuff
A kitchen towel laying by the kitchen sink
a cracked tile floor
a pile of laundry
I began to see that I like to bring in little tiny flowers, feathers and rocks. I saw bars of soap, bowls of soup, cups of coffee and books. I smiled because although these ordinary moments don’t mean much to you, to me the are my every day goodness and blessings. So many blessings I often feel guilty as I sit and pray for the mom who lost her son in a drowning. The child who lost their mom to cancer. The home that burnt to the ground.
So the clothes that need to be folded, yes, I think they are worthy of celebration through documentation. The coffee spill on the kitchen counter and sometimes when I’m lucky that coffee spill makes a happy face or even a little tiny coffee heart. I have pulled myself back. At least for today because after all I live moment to moment, hour to hour, then day to day and so on.