Photography 101: Solitude

Day 5…

I am sure this does not exactly look like solitude to most people, but I assure you that is exactly what it represents. A few weeks ago, my kiddos started school, leaving me home alone during the day for the first time in over 11 years. All the free time has enabled me to pick up crafting again, and just today I finished my very first afghan! Special thanks to Remington P. Cat and Hamish for all of their… help.

'Solitude'

‘Solitude’

 

Photography 101: Water

Day 3…

It may not look like much right now, but apparently in the spring the water level in the Missouri River is high enough to come right up to this sign, where you can launch your canoe for a float trip. I am very curious to see this myself. At this point, the river seems far enough away that it is hard to imagine it coming in this far. This area has already changed so much from when we first arrived, so I can only imagine how beautiful it will be in the spring.

'Water'

‘Water’ 

 

Photography 101: Street

Day 2…

I must confess that I was tempted to dig through some old travel photos for this one. We have been many a place with spectacular streets, surely one of them would be perfect for today’s topic. But alas, that is not the challenge (and after all, I did already ‘cheat’ yesterday…)

So I sat out in the cold this morning, patiently awaiting the arrival of the morning light, which comes very late around here, I might add. This is the little street that leads to our house. Except for the occasional porcupine, nothing crosses it. It is very quiet. Very peaceful. We can hear the train off in the distance, but no cars. No hustle and bustle. Just the coyotes for company.

Yeah, I really like this little street…

'Street'

‘Street’

Photography 101: Home

Day 1…

I love how many interpretations there are for the word home. Some consider it to be a place, others a feeling, to some it is a person. How can such a small word mean so many different things?

I think sometimes I get ‘home’ confused with ‘where one is from. I do not know where I am from. I am from a little bit of everywhere. Not one specific place. No single location. But I have no doubts that I am home. At the end of the day, everyone will be here together. Talking about our days. Petting the dog. Eating dinner. Tripping over each other.

I may not know where I am from, and I may have absolutely no idea where I am going, but I do know that I am right where I am meant to be. This is where my heart is. This is home.      

"Home"

“Home”