Ordinary Days
There is a long string of ordinary days. We drop off our car that has yet another nail in the tire for repair. We pick up the next to the last CSA box of the season and it’s loaded with gala apples. We look forward to our afternoon snack of an Outshine popsicle. I wonder if we will trade popsicles for pumpkin flavored hot chocolate as fall temperatures set in. We do a load of laundry. He cooks dinner. I do my exercises. The boys will call after work as they drive home to tell us all about their days. Life hums along. I find this all very soothing.
Wigs and Windows
It’s been a long road, but I’m letting go of perfectionist standards about what a beautiful photograph looks like.
on Healing
Recently I heard a photographer say that he was wary of diptychs because they could be gimmicky. This was unsettling as I’ve paired hundreds of images for posts and books. I understood his point and wondered if he might be right. But in the end, I decided on this answer: It depends.
Learning to tolerate differences of opinion has been hard for me because I come from a background of relational trauma—where different translated to not belonging and feeling very insecure. Photography is a healing practice. This focused work helps me to be aware of myself, understand my emotions, and handle life with less stress. Photography helps me to expand my window of tolerance.
And all of this is a gift I never expected to receive. That I might actually show up as my complicated, messy self and feel so much love and acceptance.