When it comes to photography, I know where my heart belongs.  In fine art, still life or portraiture.  Though in the last year,  I have been trying harder to get more landscapes in my portfolio.   And I must admit,  it ain’t easy for me.  I just don’t “see” it.  Each and every landscape photo I take is a challenge,  and not often am I satisfied with them.  A fine art composition talks to me,  a portrait speaks to my soul.  A landscape?  I’m still trying to figure out what it brings to me.  

Last Saturday was such a beautiful day…

I had some time by myself,  all my boys were busy some place.   I was left with some time on my hands to do whatever I pleased.   It was such a nice day,  the sun was shining and everything was covered in a fresh coat of snow,  it wasn’t even cold.  So,  my “me” time started with some pretty cupcakes I bought.  I set my stuff up by the window to get the best light,  got my plates and old silverware and took some lovely images.  And, of course I got to eat some of those cupcakes!  

Even though February is a short month,  each year I can’t wait for it to be over!   Bring me some sunshine,  flower buds and birdies!   I need the light,  the longer days,  the awakening of the senses.  I need to drink my coffee outside!  I need to trade boots for lighter shoes,  even flip flops!  (one is allowed to dream…).

Winter is always my least inspiring season.  Even though it’s beautiful when it snows,  it doesn’t stay pure white really long…   Soon it gets that mushy brown color that leaves me feeling blah…  Winter is also my busiest season at work,  so that leaves me with very little time for taking photos.  But when the urge strikes, what can you do?  No time,  and outside’s a mess?   You go to the grocery store!  And while you prep your fruits and veggies,  you play along and take some pictures.   Grab supermarket flowers to top it off,  and you’re on a roll!  That is proof that almost anything can spark your inspiration,  it doesn’t have to be complicated,  use what you have in your kitchen and play!  

Snow-flakes

~By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field