flying

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ever feel like you can fly?
seriously…
well, maybe not like Orville & Wilbur building the wings and attempting to fly….

sometimes my body is in alignment and feeling strong
my thoughts are open
my heart is receptive
and filled with gratitude

and then it happens

I feel like I can take flight

ok, so its during a yoga class, deeply centered, feeling strength from inside and no resistance from gravity. gently prompted into a graceful pose…and then it happened!

simultaneously: strength, power, gratitude…and flight

I’ve felt flight before and as if I didn’t want to miss out on a wonderful dream by waking up, I try to hold onto the beautiful moment.

the overwhelming gratitude filled my heart.

I can fly

second time

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“To me, photography is the simultaneous recognition, in a fraction of a second, of the significance of an event.”
~Henri Cartier-Bresson

A different route home took me past this barn one spring evening.

It was dusk, past sunset, the blue evening sky visible through the barn where walls once were, exposing the ‘bones’ of this barn. It’s beauty took my breath away.

In the early hours of daylight the next morning I was back at this barn, gravitational forces at work. At first, I tried to maintain a self-imposed ‘no trespassing’ boundary, but the more I fed my camera, the more photos I had to take. I ventured to the side, and eventually around to the rear of the structure, capturing the changing light as it filtered thru the open slats. My feet, shoes and jeans soaked by the early morning dew on knee-high grass. Birds flew past, oblivious to my presence. Weeds grew among remnants of machinery left behind, rusting in the sunrise of the new day.

I imagined this farm in better days, before its retirement, filled with purpose and energy, unending labor. Its place in history. Textures, colors, gravity…I couldn’t pull away.

I drove past last evening, a pile of rubble remained.
It took my breath away.

The barn is retired.
Barn wood salvaged.
I imagine the artist who will create a new purpose.
Amazed by its texture.

Breathless by its beauty.

trees + tulle = bliss

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Today I have grown taller from walking with the trees.
~K W Baker

Finally, a beautiful morning!
The long winter seemed to be over.

For several years, I’ve run on the path near these woods. Yes, for exercise (to feel the weight of fresh air fill my lungs, and the leaves and pine provide a soft cushion) and a need to connect with nature. I come alive when I am surrounded by trees, mountains, lakes, trails (birds? only from a distance).

These tall pines, planted in perfect rows intrigue me. I like the patterns and lines they create. I’ve envisioned a photo session here many times.

It was a little out of my comfort zone to bring a few miles of tulle into the woods and set up the photos I took that beautiful morning. I’ve been inspired and was motivated to try something different.

As the light softly filtered through the highest branches of the pine trees and gently touched my model, I began to fall in love. My heart pounded (in a good way), not a “gasping for air on a long run” kind of pounding, but a much more intimate feeling that I was connected – with the images appearing in my lens, with the fresh morning air and with the beautiful woman, wrapped in tulle that day in the woods. I was alive and happy. I was present.

Later that day I opened my trunk to get my yoga mat when the breeze blew a big cloud of tulle from my trunk. I entered yoga that evening laughing, happy, present.

Notes on the napkin

Elegance is the only beauty that never fades.
~Audrey Hepburn

I didn’t understand the depth of a mother’s role until I became one.

I didn’t understand the enormity of the weight of being a mother until I had to make hard decisions.

I didn’t realize I had such power to influence someone else’s life until my kids were a little older and started making decisions on their own, using their own skills & common sense. When I saw how they were kind to the under-dog kid in their class, how they shared their gum, how they cared for small animals how they showed respect for their neighbors, I realized this job is hard!

There’s no owner’s manual for this. Fortunately, I picked up a few of the mother instincts because when I grew up, my mother was there. She made the cupcakes. She made sure we were together for dinner. She wrote notes on the napkin in my lunch bag (that I was embarrassed to take out at lunch for fear of being teased.) I’m sure my kids felt the same way with their napkin notes. It was a little gesture that made me think of my mom in the middle of the day – and now I know, she was thinking about me.

I’d like to pack lunch now for my teenage kids – just to include a note on their napkin. So they’d know I’m thinking about them, wishing that they’re laughing really hard with their friends.

I’d like to unpack my own lunch and have a note from my mom on the napkin. I’d wish my mom would remember me. Perhaps remember that I’m her daughter and that I baked cupcakes, that my kids are good & respect their neighbors, they share, and take care of small animals. They laugh really hard with their friends.

What I didn’t know and could not possibly have known until I became a mother, is that the job description gradually shifts. The enormous weight gradually shifts to joy. Joy in watching my two kids develop into really interesting, fun, creative & enjoyable human beings. I couldn’t have realized that my heart would be full of pride so often, that I could smile so hard because they are happy. I feel hope for the world because they are making good choices, baking their own cakes & moving onto larger animals!

I’m beginning to understand the depth of a mother’s role.
It is endless.
It changes how you love.
It never fades.

Mother’s Day~
Honoring those who share their love, cupcakes & notes on the napkins~

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Sleepless…in Seattle

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“There’s no such thing as chance; and what seems to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.”
JF Von Schiller

The circumstances were crazy-how I was fortunate to spend one day in Seattle among incredibly talented & gifted people.

I’ll share more details in the future -the “why” I was there details…but that’s another chapter.

Inspired by a day of travel ahead for all, two new acquaintances decided to join me in a very early walk for coffee. It was Seattle, of all places-birthplace of Starbucks…but the closest one to the hotel was a damp & soggy walk away. One amazing thing about March in the Pacific Northwest of the USA, it’s mild enough for a bike ride to work at 6am…and there were many early bike commuters already on the road.

I was the coffee trip leader as I had ventured for coffee the prior morning. I love to begin my day with a walk & coffee. As the three of us left the hotel, I realized that I’m not the only crazy person in the world who will stop every 5 or ten yards to take a photo! And, the part that spoke to my heart was (besides not being alone anymore) I realized other people have tolerance to stop and are not put off that we just stopped mid-sentence to hold up our iPhone & snap yet another photo.

Changing position, sharing vantage spots, encouraging another photo, making the memory of the spring greens, flowering trees & budding friendships linger.

Crazy, right?
Crazy that I had a revelation because of a cell phone camera? Not at all. It was crazy because I finally felt like I was in the right place-with people who I could relate to. Most are light years ahead of me in the business of photography, and that’s exactly why I couldn’t afford the luxury of sleep. I was too busy being a human sponge-absorbing every last detail I could hear and see from these extremely talented people I was so fortunate to be among.

In time, I will write more about building my photography business. I believe that being in Seattle for one day, mixing with wonderful people & being inspired by the experience was some deep source of destiny. It was a gift for me…I didn’t have to teach anyone anything, I was learning from everyone else. Probably the only things I shared were; directions to Starbucks, a good laugh, my wise as* comments & pure enjoyment & gratitude for my sleepless moments in Seattle.

I need to go make someone happy today-

beautiful

beautiful

‘Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still’
~Dorothea Lange

April 25, 2013 – I looked out the window at the dark sky and saw frozen rain, then snow. Seriously, winter should have been over months ago, if you ask me.
(And, if you’re asking me, the temperature should remain at a constant range of 78-82 with sun and a gentle breeze…everyday)

I sat in my kitchen with coffee in a special coffee cup that my daughter just sent for my birthday. As I planned my day I noticed the rain and snow stopped. A few minutes later a small stream of sunlight lit up a tree in the yard! The tree had early spring buds everywhere and was covered in clingy, wet drops and the sun was glistening on the branches against the dark-grey sky background.

I had just made a facebook post that my daffodils just bloomed and the sad news was that they were being snowed on!

Next, I was lost behind my camera for some period of time (minutes/hours?), completely absorbed in nature, in the beauty of the moisture (in all forms) on the flowers, not seeing but feeling the images appear.

I see beauty everywhere.

I’ll share it with you along the way.

Wendy