you can do something you love, just because you love it

“We live in the era of the hustle. Of following our dreams until the end, and then pushing ourselves more. And every time we feel beholden to capitalize on the rare places where our skills and our joy intersect, we underline the idea that financial gain is the ultimate pursuit. If we’re good at it, we should sell it. If we’re good at it and we love it, we should definitely sell it.”

Molly Conway, The Modern Trap of Turning Hobbies into Hustles

"We don’t have to monetize or optimize or organize our joy.

Hobbies don’t have to be imbued with a purpose beyond our own enjoyment of them.

They, alone, can be enough."

Molly Conway

daily things to fall in love with

The day began with an early, early morning bike ride through the downtown neighborhoods with my friend Jane. We pedaled and coasted and pumped legs hard up hills and talked all the way. After the bike ride, we had breakfast at the 2400 Diner, sandwiches of bacon, lettuce, tomato, fried egg and mayo. We parted ways to go about the rest of our respective days.

On to the Market where the farmers tease me. They want to know, Where is your camera?

I stop for cold brew coffee at Agora and watch people admiring the antique cars lining Caroline Street. I see lots of photographers. This is a camera-friendly event and everyone is taking pictures of the cars. I’m not interested in cars, and especially not interested in photographing them. But there is never a lack of things to look at. I have fun watching the people, conscious of the fact that we are all moving and dancing in our own way. I am curious about all the little things that make up life. And so there are always pictures to make.

circling back

“Time is mainly pictures.” —Reynolds Price

For those of us who make work in the world rather than the studio, the garden is a rich place to make images.

I’ve been to the garden dozen of times now, the lush green spot nearly hidden, tucked just behind the intersection of Charles and Dixon Streets, my version of sanctuary.

The images I make here appear simple at first glance, but they are rich, deep and intimate.

By holding space still, revisiting this garden again and again, I learn to see the passing of time.

With every image I return home. This is one of the places that grounds me.

The circle takes me back. I can see what went right, where I lost sight, and what I still need to do. The act of return is powerful.

befriend this longing

“There is something within you that no-one or nothing else in the world is able to meet or satisfy.
When you recognise that such unease is natural,
it will free you from getting on the treadmill of chasing ever more temporary and partial satisfactions.

When you befriend this longing, it will keep you awake and alert to why it is you are here on earth.”

John O’Donohue, Eternal Echoes

Once or twice a year, my husband offers to take a picture of me. He always asks me to smile. This is how he knows me mostly.

But there is also a lonely space inside, and sometimes I catch glimpses of her in pictures. Reading this quote, on a beautiful post from Chantelle Grady, I am reminded that such longing is natural, not something to be fixed or remedied.