I’m a girl with words and cameras; moods and anecdotes. Sometimes a bit of prose emerges and when that happens it’s always quick and natural; the patter of words light up the screen as my fingers tap the keys. Okay, I’ll think, now that was good.
It feels right, to be here and create vignettes and embellish the ordinary with words and pictures of my own making. Behind the lens, I can be in the world but absorbed in its details. When the images are purged from the camera onto the laptop’s hard drive it’s a delicious moment of discovery because oftentimes the pictures are so different from what I’d anticipated.
Part of a comment that I’ve culled from a different conversation has stayed with me because it felt a bit derisive: “… from living at the beach which you obviously find so important …” reading that I knew that the writer missed the point of what I’m doing here. Being happy with where I’m at is a wonderful gift, when so much of life is chaotic and unexpected and even disappointing. So yes, I’ll write about it and photograph it and celebrate lifestyle because in doing so, it facilitates my getting to the something that’s inside of me, whorling about, unnamed as of yet but making its presence known.
Writing and photography is the only way I know to coax it from within so that when it’s mature and we are both ready, I will make something big.