There’s so many things I like about autumn,  the crisp mornings,  the sunny afternoons,  the gorgeous warm colors everywhere.   Skies seem bluer too.   It’s time to get the warm blankets out,  to start the fireplace,  to get cozy.

It’s always a time when I feel so inspired,  but mostly,  it’s not about photography.   It’s about everything else!  Since we spend more time indoors,  I tend to get crafty every Autumn.  I’ve started creating jewelry with my photos,  and loved it!   And now I want to do more.   I did photo coasters and I’ve started knitting again,  and so many hats and cowls await me.   I’ve also dabbled in paper mache,  yes,  you read right.  I had a project in mind for a while,  and I just jumped in!

It’s the little things,  all of them.   That makes me happy.

It’s waking you up with hugs and kisses.

It’s walking you to the bus everyday, rain or snow.

It’s leaving a note in your lunchbox.

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true…  I was made for you

~Brandi Carlile

Everyone has a story to tell, each unique and beautiful in its own way.   Every line, and every scar being a milestone,  a testimony of our journey in this life.  Happy ones,  anxious ones,  ones we’d prefer not to remember.   Life draws itself on our face,  sculpting it,  giving it its own character and wisdom.

Sharing with my sisters from the Sisterhood Stories circle today, make your way around the whole circle, you’ll love it.  Follow the link at the end of this post…

I don’t know how it came to my mind, but I was suddenly remembering this scene from City of Angels,  where the angel asks the little girl who just died what did she loved best,  and her answer was as simple as it gets: pyjamas.

Once I saw myself as someone dying to be freed
But you have led me here and that’s all I need

All the world you held
The way you see yourself
You know that you’re bound to change
You might never be the same

Once I was a (wo)man that I no longer want to be
You have led me here and that’s all I need

~ Jim Cuddy, All I need

Yes,  once all I wanted was to be free.  You know artists have this way of thinking any constraints are meant to be broken in order to gain freedom.   I was like that BEFORE.   Before YOU.