For as long as I can remember writing has been a necessity for me. Although it’s something I enjoy doing, I write because I need to write. At times it serves as a kind of emotional purging for me, a cleansing if you will. At other times it serves as a therapeutic means to achieve a grasp on challenges that send my world to a screeching halt. Writing held my hand through those awkward preteen years, gave me an outlet during my rebellious adolescent years, provided a listening ear and a comforting embrace during my young adult years, and carried me through the pressures and responsibilities of parenting. Writing never fails me. It articulates the joy, the heartache, the fear, confusion, and frustration that swirls inside me. It gives me new perspective. It gives my life meaning.
For me, writing is the air that I breathe.
It is my lifeblood.
Most recently I have fallen in love with photography. Photography allows me to experience life in a completely different way than writing does. It forces me to slow down, waiting for that egret to take flight, or the young cub to pop his head up in a field of wheat. I watch and I wait, my finger on the shutter release, ready to capture a miraculous moment in time and all the while smelling, listening, and feeling all the earth has to offer me.
My senses spring to life when I have a camera in hand. I am nourished in the present moment, nothing else matters except for now, this moment in time, and I flourish because of it.
Photography, although a self indulgent luxury, is necessary in my life. It anchors me in a moment of beauty, mystery, and breathtaking action. Writing is necessary in my life as well, one that pushes me through survival.
These two passions unite together to form this photo blog, a blending of my search for beauty through the eye of the lens and a search for meaning through the eye of my heart.
Together they nourish me and anchor me in the moment.