It’s been a while since I blogged and it was (quite politely) brought to my attention that I needed to blog again. The last one was sad. So…. here I am. Blogging again. I’ll update on things in another post (I’m working on it, but not quite done) – the short answer: I am well. 🙂
I chose a blog prompt and this one was perfect because it’s been on my mind *a lot* lately.
If you are to do one thing for free for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Holy moly. Like, how easy is this one? I would photograph. I have restrictions – I wouldn’t work in a portrait studio for free. That’s work, because it’s conditional. But I’d take my camera everywhere, and photograph every thing, and give away the images for free. Photography is a passion. It’s a driving force in my life. It helps me to visualize beauty in places where most people miss it.
That old, run down barn at the end of my block? I photographed it and it was beautifully flawed. The lake you’ve driven by a million times? I stood outside for 3 minutes in -20 degree weather to capture the stunning beauty that I saw. The woman who thinks she is ugly and fat and unsightly? I can photograph her and show her the true beauty that shines from within her. The trees you see every day on your drive to work? I can get an image that is so full of color that you’d be amazed that it is the same trees you’ve been looking at for years.
It’s about moments. Not events. Not days. Moments.
I have an image in my head, because I didn’t have a camera with me at the time. I was running a race with BFF #1 and I was really struggling with pain and breathing. We were at a difficult point in the route, where it was all uphill for about a mile. She was ahead of me, giving me a path as we moved in between other walkers and runners. The image I can see, to this very moment, is her hand, to the side and behind her, reaching out for me to hold. That’s it. Just her hand. It’s become an anchor for me, that image. Because when I feel unable to continue, and it is all uphill… I know her hand will be there for me, to pull me up.
You see, photography isn’t just a matter of pictures. It’s moments. I can keep them in my head… but my God… when I’m lucky enough to get them on camera, they take my breath away. Seeing something so powerful reflected in an image is most certainly what God intended when He made film. And it isn’t just my images. I see others’ images and I see the beauty they might miss. I can fiddle with it and change it so that it brings out what they were really looking at when they took it.
I saw, on a photograph once, “If I were a rich girl, I’d do this job for free.” And it holds as true today, as it was 15 years ago when I first saw it.
Photography feeds my soul. I need to remember that.