You know how sometimes your heart needs new perspective on something? Or mainly, your heart just needs a little space to breathe. Well, I was against our big farmhouse table eating my toast this morning looking out our back door… The sun was to the point of rising where it’s bright, but still very golden – the shimmery light photographers swoon over. I scurried around for flip-flops, my camera, and a fresh memory card because something caught my eye by our garden. Let me also add that it’s not as glamorous as it sounds, that running out in flip-flops and sporting a slightly messy, unfixed pixie cut (we’ll just call it boho). Nonetheless, it was the space to breathe that I didn’t quite know needed, but it felt good. It was a happy sort of peaceful moment – just me, my camera, clothes I felt awesome in, hair that’s naturally boho, slightly dewy grass, and warm morning air that hints it will be over 80º. I had space to be. Sometimes I think it’s good to just allow ourselves that.
One thing about being a photographer, an artist who likes to paint her pictures with pixels and explosions of shimmery light, is that it has given me a window into beauty that I might not have ever come close to touching before. It’s unveiled Photoshop misuse and Photoshop that induces even more shivers down your spine because it just feels so real and raw – somebody’s soul expressed in art.
