Like many I am the one usually taking the photos. But there are a few with me in them:
One of the joys we can bring with photography is the memory of the good and happy. There is plenty of the other things to go around. I made a point of having a few taken with me and Grandma:
In a previous post I talked about how my Grandmother was one to see the sunshine, For All the Saints. For our family the struggle with joy has been poignant: my mother has some type of emotional or mental illness that is progressive ( and my youngest sister seems to be following a similar path). It creates a weird situation where we forget that there was good, fun, and joy because of what came after, or even in parallel. But we do a disservice to both ourselves and the person who was, at one point, a different person if we let that joy go. Photos can be a powerful tool in reclaiming the joy that is as much a part of our heritage as the weirdness and sorrow. For this reason Cee’s On the Hunt for Joy: Say Cheese resonates with me.
I’ve resolved to try and have more photos with me in them. But I also have an avatar. During my husbands first trip to China one of my son’s co-workers gave us a safe travel deer. We named her Amie Lu. Amie is French for friend, and the woman who gave us the deer was named Amy. Lu is Chinese for deer. We’ve been bringing Amie-Lu along on our travels ever since, and while I don’t take selfies, I do take Amie-Lu-ies.
I came across this charming local guy with his cup of Yerba Mate, watching all the tourists as they go into the La Boca neighborhood in Buenos Aires, Argentina. We were there in January of 2017. Doesn’t seem like three years should go by so quickly.
In the On the Hunt for Joy challenge, the first challenge is to go outside. Today that has very little appeal, it is much more of a curl up by the fire with the pets and drink hot drinks kind of day. Gray, chilly, breezy, rainy and gray. We did get a few, fleeting, sun rays so I popped out and took a couple of pictures.
The sky, taken from just outside my front door today:
And my favorite rose just won’t give up and call it a year:
Walking is not an option for me, the dogs insist on at least two a day, and have an active lobby for three. Many, if not most, of the photos I take are on walks with the dogs. These walks, though on nasty days like today sometimes feel like they are a very time consuming chore, help me keep on an even keel emotionally and maintain a sense that the world is a beautiful place, even when things aren’t going so well.
I don’t think I’m addicted to tech. But I certainly spend a good deal of time using my computer and smart phone. Lately, especially after the revelations about Facebook during the past couple of years, I’ve been trying to find my way to using technology as opposed to being used by it. I closed my Facebook account and have started to use Firefox, which has a containment add-on for Facebook, instead of Chrome for many things. I am also testing DuckDuckGo as a search engine, because I sometimes feel like the Google Monster has a creepy grasp on me.
I’ve been rather inactive for the last month. I can’t seem to keep up and when I don’t keep up the vast number of posts coming out every day (honestly I do not know how people manage to post everyday) make catching up in the time available impossible. So if I missed your brilliant holiday posts I apologize.
Life has been going on. When stuff happens (do you ever feel like shouting “it didn’t ‘happen’, you did it!” to someone?) I always wind up silenced for a while. It’s kind of like when you fall and it takes a moment to figure out if you are alright or not, then get back up. If you don’t pause a bit before you get back up your legs can’t hold you.
…but it wasn’t all bad
I feel like I saw many beautiful things and learned a lot last year (notice my leprechaun animated GIF?).
A great thing about photography as a hobby is being able to go back through the archives for a year and see how much happened that was beautiful and good. I feel like holding onto the good and beautiful is critical to staying as close to sane as I can manage.
Will 2020 be a year of perfect vision?
Right now I have a fear that I may see perfectly a lot of bad stuff happening.