How did that number creep up on me?
I admit that there are days when I go to get up out of bed I feel every bit of that age. But, there is that moment before I get out of bed when my mind looks forward to the day and all the things I plan on getting done, or have to do, want or wish to do and my mind has no trouble imagining that all of it will get done.
And, then............. my body reminds me that it doesn't quite move with the same grace and speed that it once did.
Seventy seems just around the corner and I know that seemed ancient to me...what..... just a few years ago.
I've been giving a lot of thought lately, to my photography show, to be held in January and February, of the new year. It will be held in a neighboring towns' library, a nice library but not a particularly great place to display art or photography.
Do I showcase the selections of "Reflections" that I love?
Or, what about these?
I can't make up my mind. They are all my "babies". I guess I will have to do what I did before and enlist my family, over the holidays, to pick their favorites and narrow it down that way.
In my Photography group they recently had a show at the University of Wisconsin. One of the categories that one of my pictures had been juried into was called, Our Vision, Our voice. When someone asked what exactly that meant it was explained that it was where we saw ourselves now as photographers from where we began.
I had a lot of trouble with that one.
This was the photograph that was accepted. I called it Winter Snowstorm. But it was really just from my collection of Old Barns and maybe a Winter Landscape. I love it but I don't think it is the definitive answer of what kind of photographer I am now vs what I was when I got my first Canon ten years ago.
These two were part of the Abstract Exhibition at the University. I've been taking odd pictures for a long time. I like bits and pieces of things. I like a photograph that makes somebody stand for a minute and wonder what the heck it is they are looking at.
This was the entry that won a place in the Black and White Exhibit. It's one of my favorites from my Journey Series, called Time Past.
I love trees. I can't tell you how many photos I have of trees, tree bark or remains of trees. Enough to do a show by itself but probably not that interesting to many people.
The landscape around me is beautiful. Sometimes I think I take so many pictures of it is this unspoken thought I have that I will take these images with me when I die. Silly, I know, but it doesn't stop me from taking more of them. To me they all look like beautiful paintings, too.
See, what I think is the problem, for picking just a few photos, is that I love where I live. I love the countryside, the views, the colors, the roads, trees, barns, animals and just about everything.
Hmmm, maybe I already selected the photos with your help.