I have 1.5 hours to myself. Groceries need to be bought, banking needs to be done. Self-portrait photo treasure hunt needs to be attempted. Ladies and gents, here is your winner!
Since taking a walk around the estuary last weekend, I immediately have a vision of some family photos here on a marvelous sunny day. Though there is neither family, nor sun, I decide I am deserving of my vision and set out to practice self-portraits.
My thoughts are full of gratitude at having this photography class creative outlet, for having a break from kids, for being outside even on this drizzly day, and for stepping outside my comfort zone taking photos not of things, but of me. Grateful or not, the first 20-30 snaps I attempt are full of awkward poses and strained faces. Eventually though, I get comfortable. With wind blowing and birds singing, I begin a stroll down the tracks.Before long, an eagle soaring in the wind drafts distracts me from over-thinking things, and I become content in the moment to just watch in wonder.
Beyond the tranquility, I get playful too. A new view brings the fun.And funny. (My scarf cracks me up here!) Turning the lens on myself has me realize the importance of documenting more of me, both alone and interacting with my family. Our story, this wildly gorgeous family of mine, becomes more complete, more true that way.