Fruits

Fuzziness

Before World War II, Berenice Abbott roamed New York’s streets photographing buildings, and after it, Helen Levitt photographed children playing in the streets while Weegee photographed the underworld of fresh corpses on sidewalks and prostitutes in paddy wagons.  One imagines them wandering purposefully like hunter-gatherers with the camera a sort of basket laden with the day’s spectacles, the photographers leaving us not their walks, as poets do, but the fruits of those walks.

~ Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking

Surviving the cold

The quote I began this post with really hit home with me.  It’s in the book I’m currently reading (Wanderlust: A History of Walking), and I read the last sentence in the quote over and over again to let it sink in a bit.

A heart in the woods

For me, it has the ring of truth to it.  When asked what my blog is about, I usually say, “I take a walk.  I take pictures.  I blog about it.”  I describe my photography in much the same way. The idea is to take you with me on my walks.  After reading that passage in Wanderlust, I’ve come to realize that what I do is show you the fruits of my walks, not the walks themselves.

A giant in the grass

In addition, I bring you the fruits of my thoughts, in the quotes I use and in my own words.

Fallen

Where am I going with this?  Nowhere in particular.  Today’s words are really just a way to bring you today’s images.

Come hither

On other days, the images are a way for me to bring you my words.

One little aster still hanging on

My method works most of the time, but there are days, sometimes weeks, when words won’t come or when my images feel shallow.  Fortunately, there are days, sometimes weeks, when I feel as though I’m riding a creative flow, and digging deep.  Bits and pieces of the deeper side of me wind up somewhere on my blogs and in my photography.  Other bits and pieces are kept close to the heart for a while so I can allow them to develop.

A small doe on her way to the meadow

In renovation news…

Saying goodbye to the old kitchen a couple weeks ago was premature.  Changes happened, and the new delivery date for the cabinets is on Monday.  Thankfully we hadn’t yet torn out what little counter top we had or the sink so I was able to continue cooking.

Yesterday’s frost

We’ll be busy this weekend tearing things out, painting, and putting down some of the flooring.  Hopefully we’ll find a little time to get outside and enjoy the warm weather that’s been predicted.  I’ve spent a good part of today cooking in preparation for the weeks to come.  I roasted vegetables, and made a big batch of chili.  Before the freeze hit, we picked all of the green tomatoes in the garden.  I roasted some of those to use in the chili.  They add a really nice tang (kind of like tomatillos).  Tomorrow I’ll get in a little more cooking before we move the stove.

How about you?  What are your plans for the weekend?  Work?  Play?  A little of both?

Frost on the juniper

Thanks for stopping by.  Be good, be kind, be loving.  Just Be.  🙂

Cold and warm

Today’s joys:  The scents of roasting vegetables perfuming the air in the house.  A warm and sunny day.  The crunch of leaves underfoot.  Sitting on the platform, watching the marsh grasses wave in the wind.  Hugs, kisses, cuddles, and all that good stuff.