I typically see this telephone line as an eyesore. But for this moment, I chose to look at it from a different perspective.
Inspiration is where you find it.
The deck make-over took over much of my time & energy last week. It isn’t really black but such a very dark gray that it still convey all of black’s modern swagger. It’s a dramatic transformation from the beat-up cedar finish and I couldn’t be happier with the change. Well worth the sweat. Now comes the fun part: living outdoors as much as possible till the snow flies…
It’s been a long couple of weeks in the ‘real life’ o-sphere.
Then, last night around 9:30, I was just wrapping up work when I realized I hadn’t taken a picture all day.
Cue the Hail Mary.
The image I ended up creating doesn’t shout like the Guns N’ Roses-inspired post title. It doesn’t convey the Calgon-take-me-away vibe that is a heavily recurring theme around here lately. But, this surprisingly pleasing image did restore my faith in the daily practice.
Picking up my camera forces me to focus. That, in turn, requires me to breathe. To be calm. And, then, I’m lost in the process and everything else falls away. That’s what this picture expresses: the art born out of the crisis. The calm after the storm.
The window frames a readymade tableau. The everyday objects, the dusty stillness are redolent of someone else’s life. I would never be invited to enter this intimate space, yet here is a peek. An anonymous portrait shot in the nude.
P.S. I feel a series coming on. See Day 4.
This is where I live. Our house.
It is not a big house. Or a fancy house. But it is a very fine house because it is full of the people I love.
*This photo was taken from outside the front door looking all the way through to the back door. There are trees visible through (and reflected in) the glass on both doors.