Around here, it is not unusual to see ATVs rolling by at the beach. The expanse of shoreline and lack of crowds make it possible to travel the shoreline this way. For a moment, the quiet of the beach might be interrupted by the passing of a driver; however, it is a moment only and I have yet to witness anything less than respect in this activity.
Wet sand lends itself to changes in texture. These tire tracks are probably gone now, washed away by the tide. If I hadn’t been paying attention, I might have missed the intricate pattern created by this brief moment.
You would think, that since I am so focused on moments and little details, that the idea for my journal would have come easier.
But it took me three months.
This beautiful custom journal that my husband had made for me for my fortieth birthday has waited for words for three months.
I made my first entry today, finally. It occurred to me that instead of rewriting my poems and stories (I already have books for those), and instead of using it as a journal (have that, too), I would use it to describe random moments.
And, since the moments are random, so to will be the order.
For my first entry, I opened to the middle of the book and began to write.
(I even got brave and wrote in pen.)
Every now and again, I come across a line when I’m reading that just speaks to me.
In Still Writing (2013), by Dani Shaprio, there is an essay called, “Ordinary Life.” She writes about how as writers, we need to throw light on the ordinary moments to bring life to our stories.
Since the premise of this blog is about sharing the beauty of ordinary moments, I wanted to share one of her lines here:
” If I dismiss the ordinary – waiting for the special, the extreme, the extraordinary to happen – I may just miss my life.” (p. 123)
I truly believe that we need to appreciate the small, the mundane, the tiny details of our lives.
Life happens in these moments.
The glass vase that holds my sea glass cast a strange shadow on the wall.
I noticed this as I sat in my living room, glancing up to admire my collection.
It is a tiny moment, a detail I might have missed had I not looked up at that instant. It is what my photography is all about: capturing those little bits of time, paying attention to the way the light plays before the moment is gone.
Juxtaposition: The curved line of a modern mirror and the vintage look of baby’s breath; the hard surface of the mirror and the soft touch of the blossoms; the shine of glass and the matte white of flowers… These contrasts play among muted tones.
This is my entry for this week’s photography challenge: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/24/photo-challenge-juxtaposition/#more-67462
1. Travel. Taking the kids to Cuba for the second year in a row, splashing around in the warm ocean and visiting historical Havana.
2. Birthdays. Celebrating another year with the people I love most.
3. Dancing. Watching my daughter on stage; watching my children dance around the house with pure abandon.
4. Quiet days. Not having to go to work every day.
5. Camping on the beach. Searching for sea glass, building sand castles, campfires by the shore.
6. Water park. Our first visit to Magic Mountain in Moncton, NB.
7. Favourite things. Having time to read, write, knit, and take many, many pictures.
8. Fencing. Seeing my son delight in a new activity.
9. Outdoors. Fresh air, sunshine, exercise, and yes, even snow.
10. Christmas. Another holiday spent with my favourite people.
I took a walk down to the river with my camera.
At first, I saw only the river.
But slowly, I began to notice the smaller details: The leaves floating in the river, the smell of the damp earth, the sound of the birds.
With the help of my camera, I could change my focus as well. The grasses at the river’s edge became a work of art when the leaves and water behind them blurred through my lens.
Before heading back up to the camp, I captured a few images.
Some days, there are more awesome moments than others.
I thought about listing them all, but decided to pick just one: Being on the Harley with my husband. The heat of the sun on my back, the road below, the roar of the motor, the wind rushing by, my arms around him while he drove.
It was a perfect afternoon.
If I’ve learned one thing in my 38 years on this incredible planet, it’s that I need to appreciate life’s little details. It’s what grounds me and what calms me. It’s what calls to me when I write. It’s also the basis of my photography (I run and Etsy shop called Sand and Petals).
Whether it’s the light through the window, the glitter in the sand, or the giggles from my children, taking a minute to wonder at little miracles is what it’s all about.
I hope you’ll join me in celebrating these minute moments.