At the start of this project I decided to try to be kind to myself and not beat myself up too much, as I am fond of doing. What’s the point of taking on a self-imposed and daily structured project if I am going to hate myself and/or set myself up for failure.
The point was not to take a crappy shot for the sake of meeting a personal commitment, but to try to spend a few moments each day exercising a little bit of creativity with photography at the centre. So, with that in mind, I also promised myself that there might be days when the camera would not be my friend and that working with a photo that I had taken earlier, but not processed, would be acceptable.
With how upside down the has world turned, there are certainly days with a bit of anxiety, depression, frustration, ambivalence, irritation, apathy…..
Today landed somewhere in there, so it seemed like a good day to go back and sift through a few older images that hadn’t been processed and see what struck a chord.
I am not a fan of hydrangeas, at least not when they are actually in bloom. I do, however, like them very much once the colour faded and the softness has dissolved away over the fall and winter.
I like the skeletal remains, it’s interesting. And it somehow feels the way I’ve been feeling lately.
A little worn out. A little frayed. A little threadbare and tattered.
At the same time, I’ve also found that I am a little more forgiving, a little more tolerant, and a little more open in communications than I have been in the past.
Give and take.
(143/365)
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