I’m a little behind on my photo challenge… Quite apt for this theme: Imperfection.
This little beach find is perfect for my imperfect theme. It is slightly cracked, softened by the sea, speckled by the sand, and faded by the sun. Yet it remains intact, traces of vitality evident in its lines and shape.
Once a vibrant protector of life, it is now vacant. But the story of life resides in its curves, the scent and sound of the sea still alive within it.
It is imperfect, but it is still beautiful.
Behind a bookshelf in what was once my sisters’ room, this floral wallpaper is a remnant of our childhood. Faded and discoloured by sunlight and time, it is a memory of a little girls’ room.
Matching paper lined the walls of my room, the flowers a cornflower blue. The paper was chosen and applied by our mother; we each had a bedspread to match, crocheted by our Memere. These were the rooms we played Barbies in, made friendship bracelets, and spent hours with a phone glued to our ears. These rooms were where we giggled late into the night during sleepovers, where we told our secrets to our locked diaries. They were also the rooms my sisters and I would sometimes make a bed on the floor so we could all be in one.
The shelf that revealed the wallpaper is now in my daughter’s room. This paper will be peeled and sanded away to prepare for a quiet shade of cream that better suits my parents’ house these days. But for a little while, we are reminded of the sweetness of a moment in time.
The Things We Touch
Every day we put on clothes, we pick things up, we cook, we slide our fingers across our keyboards and our phones – mindlessly. And yet, in each of these is a touch, a texture, a temperature. The fabric we wear is stretchy, silky, or soft; the dishes are cool and hard. Food has endless textures: bumpy, crumbly, or even slimy.
How often do we notice?
What if we paid as much attention to the water running over our bodies in the shower as we did the pillow we lay our heads down on each night? What if we were as mindful of the softness of the scarf we wrap around our neck as we are the tag that scratches at our back?
Here is what I do notice:
- A new book, its pages crisp and clean
- The warmth from my children when we curl up on the couch
- The weight and softness of the throw I cover my legs with while I relax
- The heat of a fresh cup of coffee
- A pair of fuzzy reading socks
- A hot bath
- The almost-spring sun as it heats the inside of the car
- Ice-cold water during hot yoga (and the grip of my mat during asanas)
- The smooth keys of the keyboard while I type
- The curved edges and ridged buttons on my camera
This mindfulness challenge began to help create more awareness in my photography; it is helping to create more awareness in my life.
New yarn, craft supplies, patterns…
These are the materials that become the projects that become the process that become the product.
This is possibility.
Possibility is creativity and potential. It is a motivator and a series of choices. Possibility is positive thinking, expectation, and hope. It propels us forward.
Possibility is inspiration.
This is Simplicity
This photo was taken a number of years ago. Rather than making a new one, I chose to use this one as it represents simplicity to me on many levels.
I’ve always taken pictures, but this is one of the first photos I took with my DSLR. Even though the camera became more complicated, my style did not. Photography for me has always been focusing on a few simple details, cutting out anything that does not add to the subject matter.
A daisy is that most common flower, found growing wild, picked by children who pull the petals off, and gathered by women in wedding bouquets. They are grown without fertilizer or fanfare. Daisies represent purity, innocence, cleanliness – perfect for the theme of simplicity.
In art as well as photography, a palette of black and white is also simplicity itself.
This photo is a reminder to pare down the elements in a composition; a reminder that sometimes, simple is best.
In honour of Valentine’s Day, I decided to switch this week’s theme with one I had planned to do in a few weeks: Love.
Love is a Pink Door
We recently redecorated our master bedroom: new bedding, new lighting, and new paint. The walls are now a soft grey, the quilt a quiet cream. I chose a neutral palette for its serene appeal as well as to appeal to my husband, whose style is about as far from flowery as you can get.
The door to the balcony was dark brown, so it needed to be changed as well. I had the idea to paint it pink, but figured it would end up being white. When my husband asked me what colour I wanted to paint the door, I threw out the pink idea, expecting it to be shot down instantly. To my surprise, he said, “Try it.”
To my even greater surprise, he didn’t mind it.
(Although he did suggest the room needed a Metallica poster to put some of him back into it!)
I was so happy with this pink door, this little bit of pretty pastel.
Then, my dear husband surprised me again: He came home with a pink orchid to go with my pink door.
Love it generosity and comprises. Love is romance and little surprises.
Love is a pink door (and an orchid to match).
Happy Valentine’s Day!
The best place to take pictures on a snow day: Inside, where the fire’s on and the only layer I need is my pyjamas.
There, I can admire the snowflakes gathering on my skylight and pause now and then from my reading and knitting to appreciate the snowy white scene outside my windows.
Later, it will be cleaning cars and clearing walkways. It’s harder to appreciate the snow when snow equals hard work.
For now, I’m happy to stay inside and appreciate from a distance.
I could have simply posted a picture of myself for this week, but I wanted something that would represent a part of me.
My morning routine (love mornings) is to wake ahead of everyone else and sit in the quiet (love the quiet) early hours with my coffee (love coffee!) in my favourite seashell mug (beach).
I sit in the same retro-style chair (decorating), wearing my cozy pink (favourite colour) house coat, curled up in a fuzzy blanket that I made myself (occasionally crafty).
Next to me is my rustic (love this style) bookshelf stacked with books (voracious reader), vintage cameras (photographer) and other mementos. Beyond theshelf, the sunlight (love the sun!) begins to stream in through the curtains.
This is my self.
In a jewellery box on my dresser, I found this forgotten sand dollar. It has been tucked away for a number of years now, in a tiny wooden box along with a piece of sea glass given to me by one of my children.
With time, the tiny specks of colour splattered on its surface have intensified. Like so many other treasures, its beauty has grown with age.
I decided to crop the photo square, to focus in on the floral shape and cut out unnecessary background. In doing so, I’ve found that it looks like a quilt square. What a perfect beach blanket this could make!
Finding this hidden sand dollar in the middle of January – while the snow covers our sandy shores – brightened my day. I’m counting down the weeks until beach weather…
A pretty chandelier caught my eye while out shopping with my family. It was perfect for the master bedroom – glittery glass pendants and shiny, embossed brass.
The circular patterns caught my eye first; the shadows cast across my ceiling, second.
A simple addition (a sale item, too!) quickly became an unexpected inspiration to capture with my camera: light as art.